Old friend, tied to our former lives
How, how we’ll know when the time is right

A hunter’s soul must not find relief
Follow the herd into foreign territory

Lay down and wait for the dying leaves
to fall down and cover your body
Hold out
wait for the falling snow to cover your fevered body

With our ears to the ground

Golden midnight hunter
Fill our heads with culture

Lyrics submitted by robotdecuisine

Orion song meanings
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