Seven - Ereb Altor

A child open his eyes for the first time

Meeting a world of the old age

Mother no worthy, denied by the witch

Marriage forbidden, a bastard child

Still the boy was born

No father nor protection

The curse of the Grandmother

Two years of sanctuary, safe and sound

Then the night consumes his mind

Not to be seen for seven years and seven nights

Seven is the key

His soul is leaving the flesh and leaps into a wolf

Howling and preying, the moon is forever

Searching without knowing what to find

Blood of the unborn will break the chains

Call him by his name

And the wolf skin will disappear

Father of cries

Granma of despise

Seven years and seven nights

Worn by The Years the witch is weak

Grandma’s pain in the bed of death

Regrets of the betrayal of blood

Removing the curse

Chose the moment with care

Call him by his name

When she dies