Fight the fleet,
The battles where I feel at home,
We'll leave you violated,
Leavin' two in your dome,
You should've known,
You come with us, we'll take your throne,
Install and puppet government and call it our own,
The comet's only lying on the first to fight, the last to die,
In every rule of riddled night,
What a sight, to battle in the pale moonlight,
And match the fright to fighting that's what is right