| Undercat |
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| 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 |
