[Verse: Zealot]Fight the fleet, the battles where I feel at homeWe'll leave you violated, leavin' two in your domeYou should've known, you come with us, we'll take your throneInstall and puppet government and call it our ownThe comet's only lying on the first to fightThe last to die, in every rule of riddled nightWhat a sight, to battle in the pale moonlightAnd match the fright to fighting that's what is right