Mysteries of the past cloud the present

My ancestor's plight informs my life

The dark waves of history drown the warning

Of my ancestor's voyage

Into the black, killing sea.

On a ship of doom

I ride the waves away from my life

I ride the waves of a blood moon

Towards an unworthy death

Blood moon take my voice

(ta min stemme)

Blood moon take my sight

(ta mitt syn)

Blood moon take my home

(ta mitt heim)

Blood moon take my freedom

(ta min frihet)

I will not kneel at a new altar

I will hold to the old ways

I've learned my lessons

I've got my letters

I've mastered my emotions

These they cannot take

Blood moon take my passion

(ta min lidenskap)

Blood moon take my soul

(ta min sjel)

Blood moon take my heart

(ta mitt hjerte)

Blood moon take my freedom

(ta min frihet)

The black and killing sea

Steals the history, the wisdom, the warnings

Of my ancestor

Know yourself

Know yourself

By the suppression of thought

They have stolen your ancestors

By the weight of a cross

They have choked the root

Our boughs are brittle

Fed by salt water

Know yourself

Know yourself

Our brothers and sisters

Bring iron for our foes

Those who have stolen

The hearths of our mothers

Will disappear from this world

The words of our fathers

Will gather their ashes

Take back what is yours

Unmake their perfidy

Let no thing chain you

For one hundred years

Freedom is all

Freedom is all

Freedom is all