Hands holding an old book from which the dust flies outHands holding an old book from which the dust flies out
A warrior in a helmet with a sword and an army in a cloud of dustA warrior in a helmet with a sword and an army in a cloud of dust
On a summer background of trees, running horses in the dustOn a summer background of trees, running horses in the dust
Two ferraris fly by on the road again, they burn rubber into the dust, like people are bleedingTwo Ferraris fly by on the road again, they burn rubber into the dust, like people are bleeding