Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if 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 with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou have do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus shall command. Be it to make the 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, thou hast me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the
Thou hast me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a visit of chilling
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the waters and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the storm
Uprooting the giant pines in their fall
Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And when the moon rises into sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the put me to death
My father the scoundrel ate my
My dear little sister laid all my
In a dark shaded place the stones
Then I into a wood-bird
away
Fly

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

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our booth today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
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."
[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 describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
"In that case man is only air as well!"