ØF KINGDØM AND CRØWN

ARRØWS IN WØRDS FRØM THE SKY

Carvings

Lyrics:

I Just Want You to Know, That I'm Sorry

You got that Two Faced Love; make it harder to stay
Treat me like a Cigarette from your Ashtray
Like Babe you make me feel like I was never born okay
I've been pumping meDicine up my Veins in attempt to say
Yeah, don't be surprised if I wind up Dead
Pumping meDicine straight to my Head
(Walk Alone) like face down my Bed
And with my last Breath
I'm calling your Name instead

Yeah Babe you don't even know me; Thought you could Control me (treat me like a Shadow all the time and -)
It never had to do with all these Drugs
Though these Drugs are about to consume me
Which cause them to Cure me
Never had to do with all these Drugs gone Low
You don't even know me; Thought you could Control me
It never had to do with all these Drugs (cause these Drugs ran Low)
Though these Drugs are about to consume me
Which cause them to Cure me
Never had to do with all these Drugs
You make me feel—Dumb as Shit—
Gonna die now—you miss-et-et-et-et-et
Turn on me for a Shit Mistake—Yeah
I pinch my Arm make sure I'm Awake

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2-3-5
Yeah Babe you don't even know me; Thought you could Control me
You turned into a Hoe when you let me down Slowly
How do you want me; Addicted to me won't she
About to Cure her back for More
Baby it's like I'm Sad; but I just need you to Talk to me Again
Best Days Afterlife
I can't forget these Days; they're stuck in my Head—
And Extremely Hard to Get

Instrumental Prod. IOF

meDicine

Emerging from the darkness of Cathedral of the Fallen, Scourge Of Light stands as one of the album’s most apocalyptic moments — a vision of divine fire turned against a broken world. The single release expands this vision with three new tracks: the thrash-fueled onslaught of Bloodstar, the haunting lament Seraphic Wounds led by Lilith’s ethereal voice, and the crushing weight of Obsidian Reign. Together, these songs form a testament to ruin, redemption, and the endless struggle between shadow and flame. Scourge Of Light captures The Black Cross at their most relentless — where gothic grandeur collides with thrash fury and cinematic doom.

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