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