"Invictus?"
Out of the dark that covers you
Black as the pit from pole to pole
Whatever wickedness I do
I am the mistress of your soul.
Ask not for worship or romance
And neither shout nor cry aloud
Under my dominance, perchance
You may be tethered, bruised and cowed.
Beyond this place of pain and tears
Looms loneliness of love betrayed
So with the passing of the years
My mastery finds you much afraid.
It matters not how long you wait
How charged with punishments my scroll
I am the mistress of your fate
I am the captain of your soul.