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I Chose Silence | Hades Speaks His Truth

Not all rulers wanted their crown. Hades: I Chose Silence is a haunting dark mythology lyric video — a gothic folk ballad sung from the perspective of Hades, god of the underworld. Feared, blamed, and despised, he speaks not as a tyrant, but as the lonely keeper of endings. This is Ashen Choir’s first song told from the voice of a male god. Through Hades, we hear the silence of duty, the weight of balance, and the cost of being essential yet unloved. This song is for anyone who has carried responsibility without thanks, who has been cursed for doing what others could not, or who has been made into a villain simply for holding boundaries. Perfect for fans of dark mythology, gothic folk, and the dark feminine — now expanded to the voices of gods as well. #DarkMythology #GothicFolk #Hades #DarkFeminine #MythologyMusic Stream: 🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/306FI... 🎵 Tidal: https://tidal.com/artist/64471204 About Ashen Choir: Dark, gothic retellings of myth—songs for anyone carrying power, loss, or quiet rage. New videos weekly. Join the community: Subscribe:    / @ashenchoir   🎵 Lyrics: They gave me what they feared, a kingdom made of ends. I hold the breath of mortals, but never keep a friend. Every crown is cold, every throne a grave. To rule the dark is duty, not the life I craved. I chose silence, the burden, the tomb. I chose silence, while the flowers bloomed. Essential but hated, a name they despise. I chose silence, and buried my cries. They call me cruel, unyielding, a tyrant made of stone. But endings are the balance, and I bear them alone. They sing for gods of sunlight, but not for the end. My kingdom holds their mothers, their fathers, their friends. I chose silence, the burden, the tomb. I chose silence, while the flowers bloomed. Essential but hated, a name they despise. I chose silence, and buried my cries. You only curse the keeper, never curse the door. But death was always waiting— I just kept the score. I chose silence, a crown made of bone. I chose silence, forever alone. I carry the balance you never will see. I chose silence— and silence chose me. Every king is lonely. Every throne is cold.