Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I am a king but also a common device of measure. What am I?
What is the end of everything?
What is always coming every day, but never arrives until the next?
People want it, and when they have it, they use it by giving it
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.