Lyrics Prospero's Speech

Now my charms are all overthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint now 'tis true
I must be here confined by you

But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill or else my project fails

Which was to please
Which was to please, now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer

Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from crimes would pardoned be
Let your indulgence set me free