Water was runningnChildren were runningnYou were running out of timenUnder the mountainnA golden fountainnWere you praying at the lares shrine?nnOh, all your cities lie in dustnOh, all your cities lie in dustnYeah!nnWe found you hidingnWe found you lyingnChoking on the dirt and sandnYour former gloriesnAnd all the storiesnDragged and washed with eager handsnnOh, all your cities lie in dustnYeah!nOh, all your cities lie in dustnOh, all your cities lie in dustnYeah!nnOh, all your cities lie in dustnOh, all your cities lie in dustnOh, all your cities lie in dustnOh, all your cities lie in dustnYeah!nnOh, all your cities lie in dustnOh, all your cities lie in dust