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Everything began in a time far away

when we were free to play

when the invaders took over our land

we began to defend our faith

sun mud and steel

blood on the hills

cradle of the gifts of the gods

sun mud and steel

what that I see

a new era begins today

This is a story of many past days

Of hunger, terror and pain

when our art was destroyed by the hands

of those who did not appreciate

sun mud and steel

blood on the hills

In union we stand and we die

sun mud and steel

what that I see

It's the last Etruscan twilight

Subulones rise

We are subulones, musicians 'til death

and keepers of the four elements

We turn the emotions into melody

the formula is a secret we keep

RIT.

You are the earth

You are the water

You are the air

I am the fire

Subulones rise

Who's got the power to impose its speech

Can hinder that somebody knows

that every man is free to hear the voice...

the voice of the heart and of the soul

RIT.

This is the story of many past days

but it's also the story of today

and who have the power to understand our

notes

may make immortal our faith

RIT.

Who has the power to impose its speech

Can hinder that somebody knows

but who's got the power to hear the call

can make immortal the faith

You are the bassist

You are the drummer

You are the guitarist

I am the voice

Subulones rise

We must rise again!!!