Faustus begin thine incantations, take good care to draw thy circle true, by God must you prevail for if you fail these demons make a meal of you. Your soul shall be their meat a kingly feast for them to eat, beware your future at hand, alas for thou art dammed. Faustus seek repentance, abjure this evil art, cease this wretched wickedness and cleans thy foolish heart, for the evil that once served you has made of you a slave, and transformed your bed of roses to a premature grave. Then in a mighty flash of light before thee Mephistopheles appears. I charge thee go and change thy shape, for you fill my soul with fear. Now swiftashell back to the fire return an old Franciscan Friar. Mortal command me while you can, For surely thou art dammed. Faustus be thou resolute in what thou wilst perform, ignore these righteous idiots their trinity to scorn, for years of depravation you receive eternal life, but fame and wealth and maidensfair are by far the better price. Temptations all around me, is there nowhere I can turn? Hellfire is all about me, now I know that I shall burn, I face excommunication for the error of my ways to burn in Hell for all my days. Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell, forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell. Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul. Be gone foul beast that stands before me, my God! The midnight hour chimes, oh Lord have mercy he comes for me, I havent got much time. I am awake this is no dream, I cry but terror takes my scream, and now my future is at hand, also for I am dammed. Think for just one moment and Im sure that you will see, the moral of this story that what shall be must be. He who gives his soul to Hell, must dare to pay the price, he versed in divinity must live a noble life OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!
faustus, dammed, thou, art, thee