Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the that ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if nothing 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 lavish
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample scope
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 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 whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, hast given me all
All for which I besought thee, not in
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
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, down neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a 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 walls and dewy thickets
shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the harlot put me to
My father the ate my flesh
My dear little laid 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 part of that part which was the
A part of that which gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light would dispute
Ancient rank of Night
Therefore I hope it won't be before
With it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, observing
From the Heavens to the

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach when shown."
"Why should that 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 grief? I 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!"