S
Shai Gar
No doubts plague me, nor scruples as well.
I'm not afraid of devil or hell.
To offset that all joy is rent from me.
I do not imagine I know aught that's right;
I do not imagine I could teach what might
Convert and improve humanity.
Nor have I gold or things of worth,
Or honours, splendours of the earth.
No dog could live thus any more!
So have I turned to magic lore,
What books do you seek out, what singular book have you that through its magic cast aside all doubt? Show me the book that others seldom own, the book you have around your life made home. Mine is Faust, a story oft in history told, that began within barbarossas hold. A man who lost his heavenly gleam, yet later a poet made him redeemed.
A Gentleman Devil, the Germainic Fiend. A model of power and seduction. It is not Faust himself who is the true star of this story, poem, play and opera, it is Mephistopheles the one who transformed from Dantes evil brute, to a witty, charming and urbane monster who allowed man to torment himself by allowing him access to his own desires.
Man in his wretched days makes me lament him;
I am myself reluctant to torment him.
I'm not afraid of devil or hell.
To offset that all joy is rent from me.
I do not imagine I know aught that's right;
I do not imagine I could teach what might
Convert and improve humanity.
Nor have I gold or things of worth,
Or honours, splendours of the earth.
No dog could live thus any more!
So have I turned to magic lore,
What books do you seek out, what singular book have you that through its magic cast aside all doubt? Show me the book that others seldom own, the book you have around your life made home. Mine is Faust, a story oft in history told, that began within barbarossas hold. A man who lost his heavenly gleam, yet later a poet made him redeemed.
A Gentleman Devil, the Germainic Fiend. A model of power and seduction. It is not Faust himself who is the true star of this story, poem, play and opera, it is Mephistopheles the one who transformed from Dantes evil brute, to a witty, charming and urbane monster who allowed man to torment himself by allowing him access to his own desires.
Man in his wretched days makes me lament him;
I am myself reluctant to torment him.
