Thronebreaker from Floodgate by Hauntshade

Whispers of a storm rise from the mist—
A crown of fire, a heart of iron.

From the marshes of East Anglia she awoke,
A daughter of the earth, a warrior’s blood.
Roman legions marched, their standards broke,
She heard the clang of steel, the cries of the flood.

Her people bound in shackles, their voices drowned,
Fields turned to ash, the rivers ran red.
Boudica rose—her fury unbound,
A thunder‑clap roar that shook the empire’s head.

“Rise, my sisters, hear the war‑song’s call—
We’ll tear the tyrant’s throne down, watch his empire fall!”

Queen of the Iceni, fire in her eyes,
She rides the storm, the world’s reborn in cries.
Chains shattered, the empire bleeds,
Boudica’s wrath—no peace, just steel‑blood deeds.

London’s walls crumble under her banner’s blaze,
Temples burn, the Senate’s stone turns to dust.
She rides the tide of vengeance, a feral haze,
Every step a promise—no more rust.

The Roman eagle falls, its feathers sing,
A requiem for greed, for power’s cruel lie.
She stands upon the ruins, a queen of spring,
Her voice a blade that never learns to die.

From the fields of Camulodunum to the heart of Rome—
We are the storm, we are the bone‑deep thunder.

“ICENI!”

Queen of the Iceni, fire in her eyes,
She rides the storm, the world reborn in cries.
Chains shattered, the empire bleeds,
Boudica’s wrath—no peace, just steel‑blood deeds.

“Rise! Rise! Rise!”

From the mist she fades, legend etched in stone,
A crown of thorns, a soul forever known.
When tyrants rise, remember her name—
Boudica, queen of fire, forever reigns.

• Death Metal
• Industrial Metal
• Metal
• Metalcore
• ai-assisted
• female vocals
• Netherlands