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 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 your city lies in dust