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