Cavite Lyrics
| Song | Cavite |
| Artist | Baroness |
| Album | A Grey Sigh in a Flower Husk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Four seed forest, laurels fade. | |
| Thrice fed famine, balance made. | |
| The cycle has begun. | |
| Closure of an age | |
| Becomes the season of the spirit | |
| When the air is rent in two, | |
| And bone and blood have forgotten. | |
| C'est le temps de la | |
| Saison rouge de la terre. | |
| The fire of night blinds the seed unchained. | |
| Then. now. ever. again. | |
| The will to rise is out of turn. | |
| Electric storm will strip it clean. | |
| It is a boiling and dripping burn | |
| To taste the solar flare and see. | |
| You will never see this season burn. |
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