🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Suffer The Storms - Mournful Congregation

  The Storms
 
 Tied to  wooden stake
 Left in  forest to dies
 Struggling to  free
 Thoughts  my life passing by
 
 The  of a nearby wolf
 Echoes carried  the winds
 My shivering beaten  hoping
 Praying to my gods for I  sinned
 
  thunderous storms of the impure gods
 Throw  into neverending solitude
 In which my soul  forever tormented
  the damned in the pits of Acheron