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Hear my of tragedy:

"Alas, philosophy I explored
as well as and law
add to these
my studies in
Yet I sit, a foolish bore
no wiser than I was
No dog can live this
knowledge is far from bliss
So I resolved my soul to
through magic and dark alchemy"
(Goethe: Faust)
And my library old
I have book which I am told
the key to strangest lands
Places travelled by man
It will, no doubt, open my
through Hell I finally find my Paradise
The
browsing through this book I have learned
that all that I have ever
may be easily
with words feasibly
As long as I in my circle
nothing can me, the demons are chained
And with the next word I do
The devils back to return

As a summons a devil, so will I
summon the Angel of Light
And with his widom in my
I will (both day and night)
as as a man can be
for no knowledge be strange to me
Of in heaven I will know
As life itself I will
Rain and I do endure, likewise
and ice
the elements are me
with the only purpose that I see
and the wisdom of the lord
I summon thee!

I have to visit you this late
(although spells are out of date)
To see who mocks the of God
he be of interest to my lord

Then I will speak, and you this:
In my search for eternal
I will my very soul to you
If what you claim is true
Then you will serve me
obey my accurately
For me accomplish any
me the moon if I should ask
When time is up you your prize:
My soul forever absent from heavenly
As I do sign covenant
in blood from a cut in my
My is not for God to claim
I will have twenty-four years with and fame
And now I do of you
The secrets of life, of blue
of stars the mighty sky
of moon and far up high

That is not for man to
as words can not tell they are of
and man cannot grasp what words cannot
for words are far more glorious ever was man

Your tracherous are powerless
You do not me, for I stress:
do I not grasp and hate,
pleasure and pain, and fate ?
I describe these, yet I know
that in my heart with fire they
How I my loathsome deeds,
devils do not fullfill my needs...

Faustus, I am not at all
you try to escape, yet you no will
but to bath in all pleasures flesh can give
though, as it appears, your virgin is a devil
and now is the day of fears
I will collect is mine after twelve years
as day and night I gave you
(twelve and is four-and-twenty)
thus, was thine
is now mine"