Sekhmet: I Tasted Red | Dark Mythology Lyric Video

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Sekhmet: I Tasted Red is a dark mythology lyric video exploring the emotional aftermath of divine rage. In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet was a healer turned destroyer — the goddess sent to punish humanity, who lost herself in the blood she spilled. But what if the real story isn’t about vengeance… but regret?

🦂 A mythologically grounded portrait of rage, guilt, and the fear of your own strength — told in her own words.

🦁 A goddess wrestling with her own darkness
⚔️ The fine line between justice and vengeance
💔 What it costs to wield power without restraint

"I tasted red, and it tasted right... but power sweet turns bitter fast."
This is mythology through a psychological lens—exploring themes of rage, guilt, identity, and the haunting question: can you ever truly come back from crossing that line?

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🎵 LYRICS BELOW ⬇️

They called me mercy, soft and gold,
A breath of balm in temples old.
My hands once mended flesh and bone,
But now they shake—I'm not my own.
The prayers they whispered turned to screams,
Their fears became my fever dreams.
I felt the fire behind my eyes—
And let it burn, and let it rise.

I tasted red, and it tasted right,
Like justice pouring into night.
But power sweet turns bitter fast—
And what you shatter's built to last.
I held the sun above their heads...
Then watched it bleed. I tasted red.

I swore to guard, not to destroy,
But fury wears a darker joy.
A thousand voices begged for peace,
But rage won't ask, and rage won't cease.
The lioness they begged to send
Came back too wild, too far to mend.
I wore the war, I wore the flame—
And now I bear a different name.

I tasted red, and I felt known,
More feared than loved, more fire than bone.
The healer lost beneath the crown—
A goddess scorched and sinking down.
I crushed the rose. I broke the thread.
And every prayer... Still smells like red.

Do you know how soft I used to be?
How water once would answer me?
Before the blood became my breath,
Before my touch was turned to death.
There's guilt in strength, and shame in flame—
And I can't go back to who I came.
But in the ash, beneath the dread...
A flicker stirs. I'm not just red.

I tasted red. I drank it whole,
It filled the cracks, it stole my soul.
But in that storm, I saw me fall—
And still, I crawled beneath it all.
I'm not redeemed. I'm not ahead.
But I remember what came before red.

💭 What do you think—can someone truly come back from losing themselves to power? Let me know in the comments.
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