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Cradle Of Filth Live Bait For The Dead

From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting

Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God's failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature'heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for

get frightened too but it's... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no

pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead

candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for

vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that

Spatter the stars Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the

by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for

heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you Inspired to mortal nightmare Ebony dressed for