[00:00.00] Water was running; children were running[00:36.54]You were running out of time[00:40.44]Under the mountain, a golden fountain[00:44.49]Were you praying at the lares shrine?[00:47.67]But oh your city lies in dust, my friend[01:14.25]We found you hiding we found you lying[01:16.44]Choking on the dirt and sand[01:20.25]Your former glories and all the stories[01:24.42]Dragged and washed with eager hands[01:27.57]But oh your city lies in dust, my friend[02:39.90]Hot and burning in your nostrils[02:44.31]Pouring down your gaping mouth[02:48.09]Your molten bodies blanket of cinders[02:52.26]Caught in the throes .......[03:29.79]And your city lies in dust