Boudica's Oath
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Bodaica's Oath
Chorus: By Maeve, by Mab, by Morrigan The Maiden, the Mother, the Crone By the fire in the sky and the tears in my eyes You'll reap of what you have sewn. My sword shall send you all home! My city is sacked and my lover lies dead But through the whip's tear I swear my oath here: Your deaths shall be my aim Oh Romans, I now proclaim! Chorus: I gather my men and we set out for war Three towns now we've plundered and slain Your London is sacked and your armies lie dead My wrath is shall not be stayed The Gods have heard my claim Chorus: You gather your men to brace for attack Your ranks overwhelm my own But as the light fades at least I can say: Dear Romans, I've made you atone Your deaths have soothed my soul Chorus: - in past tense |
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