Rise up Boudica Revenge the massacre Romans have taken daughters and pride Rise up Boudica Gold torc and tunic–o Channel the pain through your fierce eye Sweet revenge We are the swords of Boudica Romans will die Dark revenge We are the swords of Boudica Rise up Boudica Butcher them, butcher them All of these Romans will die Butcher them, butcher them All of these Romans will die Prasutagus believed in the Roman way Willed half his fortune to buy Briton peace Romans returned to rape and to murder us Now it is time for Iceni rise Sweet revenge We are the swords of Boudica Romans will die Dark revenge We are the swords of Boudica Rise up Boudica Butcher them, butcher them All of these Romans will die Butcher them, butcher them All of these Romans will die Sweet revenge We are the swords of Boudica Romans will die Dark revenge We are the swords of Boudica Rise up Boudica Butcher them, butcher them All of these Romans will die Butcher them, butcher them All of these Romans will die
