Retribution

Hear, they call us, our time is now,
to avenge the dishonour that befell Iceni
I shall Summon East anglia to fullfill its destiny

For tomorrow everyone will hear
the blasphemy against the romans
I shall summon East Anglia and lead the new lands

I'm calling my troops from my throne chariot
despoil and burning, the enemy in hell shall rot

There's Morrigan guiding us
and my king seeks retribution
Proud, upright and defiant I stand
The throne must return to its righteous hand

As the acrid smoke came creeping towards me
I feel in my mouth the taste of malevolence
and the searing heat of Boudicca's revenge

Behold the display of war and destruction
To conquer our land is the almighty IMPETUS,
for which we draw the avenging sword!

Calling my troops from my throne chariot
Despoil and burning, the enemy in hell shall rot

There’s Morrigan guiding us
and my king seeks retribution
Proud, upright and defiant I stand
The throne must return to its righteous hand