Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all is born
Deserves to be destroyed in
Therefore 'twere best if nothing were
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of you as evil have classified
That is my - there I abide

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
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 moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to 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 besought thee, not in
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
hast given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to enjoy and
Only a of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
through the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in their
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the moon rises into sight
Soothingly me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
Which allay the austere joy of

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

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

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
acts as incomplete
He thought to Be
I am part of that which was the Absolute
A part of that which gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light which would
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 lavish
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
From the to the World

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the reason governing 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 should be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are greater yet 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!"