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Aaron Matthew Beharry - The Spirits (Visualizer) | Shadows That Scream

Lyrics: Come, spirits, come… Come, spirits, come… The alcohol flows through my veins, A bitter cure for bitter pain. Drunk on the spirit, I whisper your name, A chant, a plea, a lover’s blame. The candles flicker; the circle is drawn, Midnight murmurs carry on. Salt and ash and blood and bone, I summon the winds to shake the stone. By the fire, by the sea, By all the love he stole from me, Spirits, hear this anguished plea: Take this ache—or set him free. By the thorn, by the blade, By every vow he ever made, Break the bond or seal the chain, But do not leave me here in pain. Your face appears in the crimson flames, Lips I kissed, the man I named. I see your smile, your eyes, your lies, And every whispered, broken sky. I sold my soul to taste your kiss, To hold your ghost, to feel that bliss. But magic cannot trap the soul— It only leaves the heart with holes. By the fire, by the sea, By all the love he stole from me, Spirits, hear this anguished plea: Take this ache—or set him free. By the thorn, by the blade, By every vow he ever made, Break the bond or seal the chain, But do not leave me here in pain. The spirits laugh — a hollow sound, Their voices spinning underground: “You wished for chains, you asked for dreams, But love is not what it may seem. You bound him close, you bound him tight— But love will die without its flight.” Still I feel your phantom hands, Still I wear your ghostly brand. Dancing shadows, broken skies, Still I call you, still I cry. Bound in circles, bound by shame, Still I whisper your sweet name. Still I reach into the fire, Still I bleed through this desire. By the moon, by the stone, By the love I can’t disown, Take this pain, this aching need, Set me free… let me bleed. By the earth, by the sand, By the touch of his hand, Undo the curse, undo the chain— Or burn me whole in this sacred flame. The candles die, the night grows still… The spirits hum… against my will. Drunk on sorrow, drunk on you, A broken man still calling you. Come, spirits, come… Come, spirits, come… The Spirits is a whispered lament to the unseen — voices that call from beyond the veil, echoing through a soul caught between pain and release. In this track, amb channels the fragile thread between this world and the next, haunted not by fear, but by presence. The spirits don’t scream; they linger, they follow, they ache with memories unspoken. Taken from the debut concept album Shadows That Scream, this piece dives deeper into the emotional corridors carved by songs like The Darkness, Her Cries Torture Me, and A Prayer to the Light. It’s not just music — it’s an unfolding shadowplay of grief, beauty, torment, and hope. Written and Performed by Aaron Matthew Beharry, The Spirits is part requiem, part confession. It is the sound of silence interrupted by the weight of what was never said — and what refuses to be forgotten.