My Dying Bride
The Ghost Of Orion
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
From Letras Mania