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 your city lies in dust, my friend
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 your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust
Water was running
Children were running
We found you hiding
We found you lying
Your city lies in dust
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
Your city lies in dust, my friend
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