Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the that ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
Deserves to be destroyed in
Therefore best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of you as evil have classified
is my element - there I abide

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our narrow booth
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits is not barred 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 ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou given me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
a visit of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then bringest all the living creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
When through the the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines in their fall
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and layest
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon into sight
Soothingly above me, then me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and dewy
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which the austere joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can never possess
With ecstasy 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 laid all my bones
In a dark shaded place under the
Then I changed into a
away
Fly

Mankind, that foolish
Always as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of that part was the Absolute
A of that Darkness which gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light would dispute
rank of Mother Night
Therefore I hope it be long before
With it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, well
From the Heavens to the

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

"So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown."
"Why should that 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 yet than 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?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"