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Hera: They Blamed Me for His Sins - Dark Mythology Song

They called her jealous, cruel, vindictive — but Hera was a wife betrayed by a god the world worshiped. This is her confession. A queen who carried Olympus while her husband set it on fire. A woman blamed for the chaos he created. For everyone who’s ever been punished for another’s sins — this song is for you. 🎧 Dark Mythology Music ⚡ Ashen Choir — Emotionally broken gods confess their wounds. 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   #darkmythologymusic #hera #darkfemininemusic Lyrics: They crowned me with a thousand vows And called it fate, not sacrifice. A queen, they said — the sky’s own bride. No one asked what I wanted. They praised my poise, my steady hand, The way I held a kingdom’s breath. But thrones are cages made of gold, And duty sharpens into debt. He never loved the things he swore — He loved the chase, the burning thrill. I was the fire left behind, Forced to warm what he left cold. They called me jealous. What a word For someone drowning in betrayal. Even gods can bruise unseen; My scars were written in his shadow. Every wound he carved in mortals, They painted on my face instead. His violence became my rage, His crimes became my condemnation. No hymn blamed him for broken vows — They blamed the wife who stayed. They turned my anger into myth, And myth into a warning. I protected worlds he set aflame. I stitched the sky he ripped apart. And still they whispered: She is cruel, As if cruelty wasn’t taught. Hear me now — not queen, not wife — Just the woman beneath the storm. I carried Olympus on my ribs, And they blamed me for every crack. But gods are forged, not born complete. If I burned, it’s because he lit the match. If I broke, it’s because I held too much. If I raged, it’s because I remembered. I wasn’t cursed — I was exhausted. I wasn’t jealous — I was abandoned. I wasn’t vengeful — I was unheard. And they blamed me for his sins.