Come-come-commala

Soon we all will crawl-a

Some folken would end all things

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.