Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample 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 I besought thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the power to enjoy and
Only a visit of chilling
[then me?] bringest all the living creatures
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep waters and in the coverts
When through the forest the rages
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And when the moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping from rocky 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 which brings me near and
To the

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

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

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

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

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