Water [bad word]  children [bad word] 
 You [bad word] 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