Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

[Faust:] "I, Johannes Faust, do call thee, Mephistopheles!"

O growing Moon, thou but shine
A time on this pain of mine
Behind this desk how oft I
At seen thee rising high
book and paper I bend
Thou appear, o mournful friend

I am the that ever denies!
And justly so: for all is born
Deserves to be in scorn
'twere best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of which you as evil classified
That is my element - there I

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's ample scope
swiftly, observing well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus shall command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and twenty years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou given me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
When through the forest the rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in their
Crushing, drag down neighboring and trunks
Whose hollow thunder shake the hills
thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon into sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
Which allay the joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can never perfection
With this ecstasy which brings me near and
To the

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My mother the harlot put me to
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear little sister all my bones
In a dark shaded under the stones
I changed into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that foolish
acts as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am of that part which was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light which dispute
Ancient rank of Mother
Therefore I hope it be long before
matter it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens to the World

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even shown."
[Faust:] "Why should be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean words are greater yet than man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then what of Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In case man is only air as well!"