Sabbat

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.
GOOD ANGEL:
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.
FAUSTUS:
I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed.
BAD ANGEL:
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,