Water was running, children were running You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares shrine
We found you hiding, we found you lying Choking on the dirty sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands
But oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend Oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Water was running, children were running We found you hiding, we found you lying Water was running, children were running We found you hiding, we found you lying
But oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend Oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning, in your nostrils Pouring down your gaping mouth Your multen bodies, blanket of cinders Caught in the throes - eeey...