Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole. 
I thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul. 

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. 

Today this land, tomorrow the world! Today this land, tomorrow the world!
Even if I stand alone in a time, that's [bad word] and cold:
This land is mine and tomorrow, tomorrow the world. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced, not cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody but unbowed. 

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. 

Today this land, tomorrow the world! Today this land, tomorrow the world!
Even if I stand alone in a time, that's [bad word] and cold:
This land is mine and tomorrow, tomorrow the world. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years finds and shall find me, the unfraid! 

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. 

Today this land, tomorrow the world! Today this land, tomorrow the world!
Even if I stand alone in a time, that's [bad word] and cold:
This land is mine and tomorrow, tomorrow the world. 

Today this land, tomorrow the world! Today this land, tomorrow the world!
Even if I stand alone in a time, that's [bad word] and cold:
This land is mine and tomorrow, tomorrow the world. 

Tomorrow the world! Tomorrow the world! Tomorrow the world! Tomorrow the world!