Boudicca (~25-61 CE)

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Here’s my tribute song for Queen Boudicca.

There are many queens from history that I admire. However, I don’t think the world has seen a great warrior queen since 60-61CE. Boudicca was the last of the badass queens, in my opinion.

Brief history of Boudicca:
Prasutagus, Boudicca's husband, tried to secure his family's future by leaving half his kingdom to his two daughters and the other half to the Roman emperor, Nero.
The Romans ignored his will after he died of natural causes. Rome then annexed the Iceni kingdom, confiscating property and flogging Boudicca. (Flogging: alternated blows from the bare shoulders down the body to the soles of the feet. No limit to the number of blows inflicted.)
After being flogged, Boudicca’s daughters were raped by Roman soldiers while she was forced to watch. (…and Christians think what the Romans did to Jesus just two decades prior was bad.)
Outrage fueled Boudicca's rebellion. She led a large-scale revolt that resulted in razing Colchester and London. She nearly drove the Romans completely out of the province of Britain. Too bad she didn’t.

“Boudicca” Lyrics:

“Green hills of the Iceni, a kingdom of our own. My daughters learned our wisdom, on this sacred British stone. The treaty of my husband, a Roman’s hollow vow. But when the king was taken, the vultures came to prowl.

They came for land and silver, they came to take our pride. Left me scarred and bleeding, with nowhere left to hide. But in the dirt and sorrow, a different vow was sworn. For in that brutal darkness, a warrior was born.

Hear my battle cry, hear the chariot's thunder. Red-haired queen of fury, tearing Rome asunder. Remember their injustice, remember all the pain. By Andraste’s blessing, we rise to fight again!

I'd rather die a free queen, than live to see the chains. So I drank the bitter poison, to wash away the stains. They say they saw no victor, when all the fighting ceased. But my name echoes in the ages, a wild and pagan priestess.

Hear my battle cry, hear the chariot's thunder. Red-haired queen of fury, tearing Rome asunder. Remember their injustice, remember all the pain. By Andraste’s blessing, we rise to fight again!

Hear my battle cry, hear the chariot's thunder. Red-haired queen of fury, tearing Rome asunder. Remember their injustice, remember all the pain. By Andraste’s blessing, we rise to fight again!”