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?

But oh your city lies in dust, my friend



We found you hiding -- we found you lying

Choking on the dirt and sand

Your former glories and all the stories

Dragged and washed with eager hands

But oh your city lies in dust, my friend



Hot and burning -- in your nostrils

Pouring down your gaping mouth

Your molten bodies -- blanket of cinders

Caught in the throes...

And oh your city lies in dust