Ordo Draconis - The Don Of Venice lyrics

[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 dr?ben wiederfinden, So sollst du mir das gleiche tun." [Faustus:] "Werd' ich zum Augenblicke sagen: Verweile doch! Du bist so sch?n! 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 f?r 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-gla**es 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...