Undercat - Tristam, ZEALOT

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