Lyrics:

Water was running, children were runningYou were running
out of timeUnder the mountain, a golden fountainWere
you praying at the Lares shrine?But oh your city lies in
dust, my friendWe found you hiding -- we found you
lyingChoking on the dirt and sandYour former glories
and all the storiesDragged and washed with eager handsBut oh your city lies in dust, my friendHot and
burning -- in your nostrilsPouring down your gaping
mouthYour molten bodies -- blanket of cindersCaught
in the throes...And oh your city lies in dust