Boudica, Queen of Fire

They came riding from the south. With their banners, crimson red. They took our

land, our daughters' hands. They left our kings for dead. But from the

ashes rose a flame. With hair like copper ore. Boudica,

our thunder queen. Hear the tribes' resounding roar. Raise the spear and beat the

drum. Hear the war song as we come. From the heather,

from the moor. Roman blood upon the shore. Ride, Boudica,

never tire. Queen of vengeance, queen of fire. She rode a chariot forged of

oak with blades on either side. Her daughters at her back, defiant,