Cities In Dust

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 whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, 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 whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, oh, 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

Water was running

Children were running

We found you hiding

we found you lying

Your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, 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

Whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust

My friend

Your city lies in dust

My friend

Whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend

Whoa-oh, oh, your city lies in dust, my friend