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