歌词
[Verse]
The wind it wails o'er Mona's Isle, where ravens cry their dole,
Of Boudicca, queen of fire, with fury in her soul.
The Romans came, like hungry wolves, their greed knew no restrain,
They plundered homes and stole our pride, and left our land in pain.
[Chorus]
Oh, Boudicca, warrior queen, with hair of flaming red,
You raised the tribes, a Celtic tide, for vengeance to be spread.
The chariots roared, the warriors clashed, with screams that pierced the sky,
We fought for freedom, fought for life, beneath a blood-red sky.
[Verse]
They whipped our daughters, stole our sons, and mocked our ancient gods.
They built their forts of stone and steel, on our ancestral sods.
Queen Boudicca, heart ablaze, with eyes that held the storm,
She swore an oath on sacred earth, to keep our nation warm.
[Chorus]
Oh, Boudicca, warrior queen, with hair of flaming red,
You raised the tribes, a Celtic tide, for vengeance to be spread.
The chariots roared, the warriors clashed, with screams that pierced the sky,
We fought for freedom, fought for life, beneath a blood-red sky.
[Verse]
From Iceni's land, the war cry rose, a thunderous, rolling wave,
The Trinobantes joined the fight, the Catuvellauni brave.
With painted shields and sharpened blades, they marched beneath the sun,
To crush the eagles of the Rome, the battle had begun.
[Break]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Oh, Boudicca, warrior queen, with hair of flaming red,
You raised the tribes, a Celtic tide, for vengeance to be spread.
The chariots roared, the warriors clashed, with screams that pierced the sky,
We fought for freedom, fought for life, beneath a blood-red sky.
[Verse]
Camulodunum burned that day, a pyre of Roman pride,
Their temples fell, their soldiers died, with nowhere left to hide.
But victory's song was short-lived, for Rome's legions regrouped,
And met us on a grassy field, where many a brave soul stooped.
[Chorus]
Oh, Boudicca, warrior queen, with hair of flaming red,
You raised the tribes, a Celtic tide, for vengeance to be spread.
The chariots roared, the warriors clashed, with screams that pierced the sky,
We fought for freedom, fought for life, beneath a blood-red sky.
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Though Boudicca's fire dimmed at last, her legend still remains,
A warrior queen, a Celtic flame, who defied the Roman chains.
Her spirit lives in every heart, that yearns for liberty,
So sing her name, sing loud and clear, for Boudicca, and be free!
