Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all is born
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of which you as have classified
That is my - there I abide

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample display
swiftly, observing well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of 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 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 thee, not in vain
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
through the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines in their fall
Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow thunder shake the
Then thou dost me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and layest
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and thickets
shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the harlot put me to
My father the ate my flesh
My dear sister laid all my bones
In a dark shaded place under the
Then I changed into a
Fluttering
Fly

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

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

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the 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?"
"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you that words are greater yet than man?"
"Indeed they 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."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"