Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit ever denies!
And justly so: for all is born
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 with a lavish
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
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, thou hast me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to enjoy and
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then 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 storm
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow thunder the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the moon rises into sight
Soothingly me, then about me hover
Creeping rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
allay the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the harlot put me to
My father the scoundrel ate my
My dear little sister all my bones
In a dark shaded under the stones
Then I changed into a
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
Always as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am of that part which was the Absolute
A of that Darkness which gave birth to Light
The Light which 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 with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our booth today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
From the to the World

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The 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 that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
"What? Do you mean 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 know they are in my breast. are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"