Crucius: A Dance of Shadows

In shadows deep, where spirits dwell. A hidden truth, a whispered spell. The purging fire,

a serpent's kiss. To cradle pain, a dance of bliss. Crucius,

Crucius, bind thy will. A frozen heart, a bitter thrill. In the dark,

we find our peace. As torment reigns, sweet, sweet release.

With silver chains, they hold you fast. A flickering dream, an echo of

the past. In tightening grips, the essence bleeds. A symphony of sorrow

and wicked deeds. Crucius, Crucius, bind thy will. A frozen heart,

a bitter thrill. In the dark, we find our peace. As torment reigns,