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Copyright: Jessica Papenfuß I want to banish the shadows Deep in the night, while the world finds rest, A voice calls out, lays claim to my chest. A presence behind me — neither woman nor man— I hear it creeping, as only shadows can. It whispers and hisses, a serpent-like tone, I’m frozen in place, forced to hear it alone. The thought that I’m trapped with it being near Shakes me so deeply, feeds into my fear. I don’t understand it; it overwhelms me whole. My breath turns shallow, terror takes control. I pray it won’t come closer to where I stand— I don’t want to see what calls me by demand. Its voice is dreadful; I wish it weren’t real, But I’m wide awake and forced to feel. No one can help me and its shadow grows its breath is behind me, a cold chilling blow It creeps toward me in silence and steam, This heavy atmosphere feels like a dream. Something is present, and I can’t resist; I don’t know its nature or what it insists. A voice calls my name again and again, Rising from darkness where no other stands. Treacherous movements no witness can see— Only the serpent’s hiss and me. Why it chose me, I still can’t conceive; I cannot turn, though I could leave. This world keeps secrets, hidden, subdued— Shown only to those it has silently viewed. I want to banish the shadows deep, But the power it holds is far too steep. I don’t want to hear that voice again— Something calls my name and bends my will within. An alien realm steals my security; Yet somehow I sense familiarity. Even unseen, I know it is real— Its presence is something I already feel. The light above me, glowing vibrant and blue, Vanished instantly, reading my thoughts through. It came when I called, silent yet clear, mysterious always, but always near. No matter what I learn, but nobody will hear; Its freedom is endless — no limits, no fear. I’m at its mercy, silenced and bare; Alone in the night, swallowed by air. I fear what I sense even under the sun— A being so powerful, second to none. It pierces my mind with whispers tight, Mighty and strong as it draws to my sight. It nears me slowly, without a sign Of what it intends to do with my mind. It creeps toward me with quiet intent, The air grows heavy, oppressive, bent. Something is here, and I cannot flee; I don’t know its purpose or what it wants from me. A voice keeps calling, again and again— Relentless, echoing, my breath is flain. It shows itself in shapes and light, Abstract forms in the dead of night. It interacts briefly, then fades from view, Never revealing a motive true. And when the world sleeps, lost in dreams deep, It enters my own when I fall asleep. I want to banish the shadows near, But the power outweighs all that I fear. I don’t want to hear that voice again— Something calls my name with force and strain. But I don’t want to hear it… I want to banish the shadows near, But the power outweighs all that I fear. I don’t want to hear the voice again— Something calls my name from where darkness begins. That hissing and snarling—its dreadful plea— And all of it terrifies me.