Agalloch - Faustian Echoes lyrics
[Agalloch - Faustian Echoes lyrics]
A last time on this pain of mine
Behind this desk how oft have I
At midnight seen thee rising high
O'er book and paper I bend
Thou didst appear, o mournful friend
I am the spirit that ever denies!
And justly so: for all that is born
Deserves to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - plainly stated
All of which you as evil have classified
That is my element - there I abide
Scatter the stars with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern wall
Birds and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing well
From the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!
The World of Spirit's is not barred to thee!
"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 thee ever to attend on me to
Give me whatsoever I shall ask"
Sublime spirit, thou hast given me all
All for which I besought thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of chilling bewilderment
And taught me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring
Boughs and trunks
Then thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which allay the austere joy of meditation
Now fully do I realize that Man
Can never possess perfection
With this ecstasy which brings
Me near and nearer to the Gods
My mother the harlot put me to death
My father the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear little sister laid all my bones
In a dark shaded place under the stones
Then I changed into a wood-bird
Fluttering away fly away
Mankind, that foolish Cosmos
Always acts as incomplete
He thought himself to Be
I am part of that part which was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness which
Gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light which would dispute
Ancient rank of Mother Night
Therefore I hope it won't be long before
With matter it shall perish evermore!
Scatter the stars with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern wall
Birds and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing well
From the Heavens to the World
The World of Spirit's is not barred to thee!