Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, thou but shine
A last time on this of mine
Behind desk how oft have I
At seen thee rising high
O'er book and paper I
Thou didst appear, o friend

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all is born
Deserves to be in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of you as evil have classified
That is my - there I abide

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of is not barred to thee!

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

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait 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 great 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 hast me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
hast given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a visit of chilling
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the waters and in the silent coverts
When through the the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in their
Crushing, drag down neighboring boughs and
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon into sight
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
allay the austere joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can possess perfection
With this ecstasy brings me near and nearer
To the

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My mother the put me to death
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear sister laid all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
Then I changed a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
Always as incomplete
He thought to Be
I am part of that part which was the
A part of that which gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light would dispute
Ancient rank of Mother
I hope it won't be long before
With it shall perish evermore!

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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
From the to the World

The World of is not barred to thee!

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