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
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
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

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!