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

  The Storms
 
  to a wooden stake
 Left  the forest to dies
 Struggling to  free
 Thoughts of my life  by
 
  howl of a nearby wolf
 Echoes carried  the winds
  shivering beaten body hoping
 Praying to my gods  I have sinned
 
  thunderous storms of the impure gods
 Throw me  neverending solitude
  which my soul is forever tormented
 By the  in the pits of Acheron