A deserving corpse emblazoned in the ?????? beyond assault and the threat of extinction by way of his hunt, Orion's giant shoulders no longer exist for men to stand upon and prove their use. This eternal trophy of Gaia's resonates a constant pinging of the Nous when in sight, a seemingly eternal reminder of debilitation resultant of alignment with treacherous heroes. Those old mythos tattooed across the sky catch fewer eyes and minds than ever today, where mankind follows no stargazing wonder, or burning love for their world beyond their selves -- No compassion to lead with nor primal compass to guide them. West Yorkshire, England based melodic death/doom progenitor My Dying Bride was yet the wary blinded giant, stumbling without a Cedalion in help, for a few years beyond 2016 while opportunistic strikes volley'd in their midst. Bearing an earnest and unbearably achieved vulnerability, 'The Ghost of Orion' is not a plainly churned-out fourteenth iteration within a charmingly dour legacy but a forced boost of evolution within, a shove into the Lazarus pit that'd turn stone giants into gasping frailties that're now more human than ever.