Cities in dust (piano)

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

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirty sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

    But oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend
    Oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend

Water [bad word]  children [bad word] 
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Water [bad word]  children [bad word] 
We found you hiding, we found you lying

    But oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend
    Oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend

Hot and burning, in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your multen bodies, blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes - eeey...