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Cradle of Filth - Live Bait for the Dead - Scorched Earth Erotica (original demo(n) version)
Live Bait for the Dead
Disc 1
01. Intro: The Ceremony Opens
02. Lord Abortion
03. Ebony Dressed for Sunset
04. The Forest Whispers My Name
05. Cthulhu Dawn
06. Dusk and Her Embrace
07. The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
08. Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids
09. Her Ghost in the Fog
10. Summer Dying Fast
11. Interlude: Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors
12. From the Cradle to Enslave
13. Queen of Winter, Throned
Disc 2
01. Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin mix)
02. No Time to Cry (Sisters of No Mercy mix)
03. Funeral in Carpathia (soundcheck recording)
04. Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess
05. Scorched Earth Erotica (original demo(n) version)
06. Nocturnal Supremacy (soundcheck recording)
07. From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule mix)
08. The Fire Still Burns
Sunset, expect this to be your last, with our vast return
As death is set at three sixes, where hill beacons burn
Darkness, undress, your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
Blood-red, yet still unfed lips distend, ending time to falter

Dominus
Dominus
Dominus

Welcome
Arms wide and crucified, the slaughter (Dominus)
Lightning freezes seven (Dominus)
Outtakes from the rape of the world (Dominus)
Sins expelled from heaven
Now befoul from the bowels of hell
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell

Last prayers hang in the air
Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviors
Strung where crippled vultures dare
Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God's failure

(Dominus)
Once the forests spired (Dominus)
Nurtured in nature's heart (Dominus)
The great cedars feed the pyres

Need-fires lit for greater harm (Dominus)
As her children toy with razors (Dominus)
Sightless and deeply scarred (Dominus)
And the moon arose to phase her
Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
And lights our path back through the shattered glass

We come like drumming thunder
Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder
Kraken-teethed to tear asunder
All those too blind to see

Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
Where the tragic in theory and practice meet

Deranged, uncaged
We rage like a plague through this age of greed
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat

Scorched earth, rebirth
Disinterred in the writhe of the lone survivor
Whose worth is worse than the curse
Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva

Who shares the last laugh now?
Who shares the last laugh now?
Dead wedded fates fulfill their vows
Foot in mouth of sacred cows
Foot in mouth of sacred cows
Facedown in dust and poisoned ground