[Philopera] Where My Fear Becomes My Name скачать в хорошем качестве

[Philopera] Where My Fear Becomes My Name

This opera expresses Kierkegaard’s view that a person must become themselves through an inward, solitary choice. The protagonist’s fear is not something to escape but the very place where he must discover his identity. Despair marks the loss of all external certainties; confusion reveals that no authority can choose for him; and the final explosive decision shows the birth of a self through subjective commitment. The “name” he speaks in fear is the declaration of an authentic existence—one chosen, not inherited. In stepping toward the burning door, he accepts anxiety as the cost of becoming himself, fulfilling Kierkegaard’s insight that true selfhood arises only when one dares the frightening leap of personal choice. [Lyrics] I walk inside a night that knows my bones, a silence heavy as a closing tomb. The world continues like a distant choir, but every road I take returns to gloom. I tried to mimic all their perfect faces, to hide my shivering beneath a smile. Yet every step betrayed the truth— I have been breaking all this while. O trembling heart, why do you hide? Your faintest beat still feels like pain. Where my fear becomes my name, I fall, I crumble, still the same. No mask survives the dark I keep, no borrowed strength can help me sleep. Where my fear becomes my name— I whisper it in quiet shame. I hear a dozen voices in my chest: “Turn back, be safe—don’t open doors.” But others burn like fevered dawn— “Step through the fire that’s truly yours.” I do not know which voice is mine, which truth is blood, which truth is lie. My hands reach out into the dark, but touch only the echo of my cry. O shaking heart, what is your will? Are you the storm, or are you still? Where my fear becomes my name, I kneel beneath its ruthless claim. My past, my doubt, my breaking spine— all circle me like serpents' rhyme. Where my fear becomes my name— I stand, yet tremble all the same. Is courage just a shattered breath? Is choice the same as walking blind? If all I know returns to dust, then what remains of “I” behind? I hear my heartbeat split in two— one half pleading: “Run away.” The other half, a quiet flame: “Walk through the fear you dread today.” I face the door that bears my scars, my failures carved like ancient marks. I do not know if light exists, beyond this final wall of dark. Yet something rises in my ribs— not pride, not hope, but desperate flame. A wild vow, a ragged breath: “I will not die without my name.” O beating heart, break if you must— but break as something I can trust. Where my fear becomes my name, I stand and roar against the flame. Let terror strike, let shadows bend— I choose myself, I choose my end. Where my fear becomes my name, I rise inside that burning frame— not to escape, but to proclaim: This trembling heart is mine to claim. Let every borrowed truth decay, let every mask be stripped away. For I would rather walk afraid than live a life I never made. Choose, choose, trembling soul— fear is the fire that makes you whole. If destiny requires a flame, then burn me true, and burn my shame. For in the blaze of my own fear— I speak my name, and I appear. #Opera #Soprano #tenoraria #PhilosophyInMusic #ClassicalVoice #EpicOpera #OperaAria #SymphonicOpera #ClassicalOpera #OperaSinger#OrchestralAria#EpicOpera#operaperformance