A miller had seven sons Sons big, smart and strong But in exchange for a daughter Build every son's coffin The mother cries for every boy Seven tears in a cloth And to save her sons She casts an evil curse Seven years Seven years Seven years and a day The sons grow black feathers Wings flap in the air Rise as seven ravens Escape the father's tomb Not a word is lost about terror that happen that night The daughter is looking for the seven brothers that she would never see again I want to be silent for seven years Seven years without smiling Carry seven years of mourning Seven years and a day Seven ravens shall rise I want to suffer for seven years Seven years do not give up -Saltatio Mortis