[Lyrics by Tyrann]
[Faustus:]
"This night I'll conjure though I die therefore...
Welcome, so enter and disabuse me of
my flesh
Solve yet dissolve my body-and-soul binary
Behold, the magic of my senses is still unimplored
Tempter,
shape-shifter, complete my mind's soliloquy
And push me off the verge of my intellect's scope
No more postponing my possible
feats
I bid theology farewell, requesting knowledge divine"
Mephistophilis:
"Ich will mich hier zu deinem Dienst
verbinden,
Auf deinen Wink nicht rasten und nicht ruhn;
Wenn wir uns drben wiederfinden,
So sollst du mir das gleiche
tun."
[Faustus:]
"Werd' ich zum Augenblicke sagen:
Verweile doch! Du bist so schn!
Dann magst Du mich in Fesseln
schlagen,
Dann will ich gern zugrunde gehn!
Dann mag die Totenglocke schallen,
Dann bist du deines Dienstes frei,
Die Uhr mag
stehn, der Zeiger fallen,
Es sei die Zeit fr mich vorbei!"
[Faustus:]
"Sophistophilis, debar me no longer
From the illicit
treasures life reserves"
Mephistophilis: "Take off your carnal cloth, take off!
So proffer your arm, you shall see...
... you may
wander!"
[Faustus:]
"May the angle have changed, my vista un-narrowed
Yet tedious the place that sees parallels
intersect
Where further means back and back we shall dash... now!"
[Faustus:]
"Deeply imprinting the earth's moldy
squalor,
Twisting the ants' dim hour-glasses at will,
I quench my lust on each Helen's bosom
But gape, precious adviser, what's
dulling my eyes?
Spout out, sordid cretin, who dares to parody
Him who bears the aureole of might
With this absurd parade at
april's lecherous dusk?"
[Mephistophilis:] "Honour where honour is due!"
[Enter an Old Man:]
"I see an angel hovers o'er
thy head
And, with a vial full of precious grace,
Offers to pour the same into thy soul:
Then call for mercy, and avoid
dispair."
[Faustus stumbles and utters strange agonizing sounds]
[Faustus:]
"The missing link, the balance, the
superego... myself
I am the architect of this metropolis,
(of) my egoverse's over-ripe fruit!"
[Chorus Lamentum:]
Blessed
are his eyes, waxen wings alike,
Incandescently heated by Mammon himself,
Sparing him the shattering clarity:
His deserted house
of cards: a charnel babel.
Thus unsolved remains the equation
The indescribable bears the ineffable
As the campanile's swarthy
hands
Are pointing towards heaven again
[Faustus, dying:] "I saw Venice and I'd...