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 this desk how oft I
At midnight seen rising high
O'er book and I bend
Thou didst appear, o friend

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

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our booth today
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of is not barred to thee!

"Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou have 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 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 which I besought thee, not in
Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
a visit of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a sheltering
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which allay the austere joy of

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

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My the harlot put me to death
My father the scoundrel ate my
My little sister laid all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
I changed into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that foolish
Always acts as
He himself to Be
I am of that part which was the Absolute
A of that Darkness which gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light which would
Ancient of Mother Night
Therefore I hope it won't be before
matter it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample scope
swiftly, observing well
From the to the World

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be they are beyond your reach even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why that 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 that words are yet than man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"