Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's 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 outer 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 I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for which I besought thee, not in
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the
hast given me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the rages
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring 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 of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises into
Soothingly above me, then me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
allay the austere joy of meditation

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

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

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
acts as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of that which was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness which 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 stars with a lavish
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all within
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample scope
swiftly, observing well
From the Heavens to the

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the reason 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 should be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can 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 are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"