Songs And Fragments Thereof

[mordredeschain]

Come-come-commala

Soon we all will crawl-a

Some folken would end all things

If you paid them a dolla'!

 

Come-come-commala

If you paid them a dolla'?

Some folk would destroy the Tower

Just to see it fall-a!

Come-come-commele
Our wounds will never heal
In pale wastes past Empathica
It's more than cold you feel

Come-come-commele
More than cold you feel
And pity Mordred spider's child
But don't be his next meal.