Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, thou but shine
A last time on this pain of
Behind this how oft have I
At midnight seen thee high
book and paper I bend
Thou didst appear, o mournful

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

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our booth today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou have 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 great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So 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, hast given me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
a visit of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the creatures
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the storm
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring boughs and trunks
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly me, then about me hover
from rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
allay the austere joy of meditation

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

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

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

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
From the to the World

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

"So, still 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 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 language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean words are greater yet than man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I they are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"