1. O people, your souls were so generous
Yet never enough when given to me

2. You gave the devil his due and more
Of your precious souls willingly

3. And you sold in his market all that
I granted you of contentment and glee

4. You did not buy peace with your souls
But bought more torment and agony

5. Your gift to the devil was free and kind
Without reward or hidden wish

6. And never a gift to me you gave
Except hoping for pardon and bliss