Queen of Ash (Boudicca’s Fury)

"Queen of Ash" is a ferocious Celtic Folk Metal anthem telling the story of Boudicca, the warrior queen who nearly drove the Romans out of Britain. Fueled by vengeance and maternal rage, this song captures the burning of Londinium and the uprising of the tribes. blending traditional Celtic instrumentation like bagpipes and bodhráns with heavy metal distortion, it embodies the clash between the wild, untamed spirit of the Celts and the rigid order of the Roman Empire. This is a song for anyone who has ever had to fight back when pushed too far.

Lyrics:

They thought we were broken... They thought we were tame...

They wrote their laws on skin and stone, And sat upon a stolen throne. They took the daughters, stripped the pride, And thought there was nowhere to hide. But gold is heavy, iron rusts, And empires crumble into dust. You whipped the wolf, you scarred the mare, Now breathe the smoke that fills the air. (Just breathe it in...)

The Iceni wake! The Trinovantes scream! We shatter every Roman dream! The forest walks, the rivers bleed, We plant the fire like a seed!

Paint the city red and black! There is no way to turn us back! London burns and Verulam falls, We tear the eagles from the walls! A mother’s love is soft and sweet, Until you crush it with your feet! Then love becomes a burning blade, To exact the price that must be paid! (Burn it all! Queen of Ash!)

You build your temples, straight and tall, To gods who do not hear you call. My gods are in the earth and rain, They feed upon your fear and pain. No mercy for the legion’s head, We make a carpet of the dead. The Ninth is gone, the ghosts remain, To howl across the open plain. (Let them howl...)

The Iceni wake! The Trinovantes scream! We shatter every Roman dream! The forest walks, the rivers bleed, We plant the fire like a seed!

Paint the city red and black! There is no way to turn us back! London burns and Verulam falls, We tear the eagles from the walls! A mother’s love is soft and sweet, Until you crush it with your feet! Then love becomes a burning blade, To exact the price that must be paid!

Look at the ash on your hands, Roman. It used to be your home. It used to be your pride. Now... it is just the dirt I walk on.

(Freedom! Or the grave!)

Tags: Queen of Ash, boudicca, celtic metal, folk metal, roman empire history, warrior queen, iceni revolt, heavy metal history, female fronted metal, bagpipes metal, revenge song, historical epic, boudicca's revolt, war anthem