Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit that denies!
And so: for all that is born
Deserves to be destroyed in
Therefore 'twere best if nothing were
Destruction, sin, wickedness - plainly
All of which you as evil have
That is my - there 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
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of Spirits is not 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 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, hast given me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
thou reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the power to enjoy and
Only a of chilling bewilderment
[then me?] bringest all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
When the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring boughs and
Whose [growingly?] hollow thunder the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
allay the austere joy of meditation

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

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

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

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
From the Heavens to the

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
"The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they 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 grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you that words are greater yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed 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 case man is air as well!"