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

  The Storms
 
  to a wooden stake
  in the forest to dies
  to break free
 Thoughts of my life passing 
 
  howl of a nearby wolf
 Echoes carried  the winds
 My  beaten body hoping
 Praying to  gods for I have sinned
 
 The thunderous storms of  impure gods
 Throw  into neverending solitude
 In which my  is forever tormented
 By the damned in the pits  Acheron