The Ghost of Orion - My Dying Bride

A ghost crawls from the great

Mouth-piece of Orion

Its heart darkened by its own shadow

A cold angel drawn down from Heaven

Its lonely cry comes shivering

Through the dark

Come the arrival of the God of Flies

As beasts roar at the great biting flames

Blessed are the chains that

Bind him to the darkness

And cursed are the blades

That leave him lame