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