The Trinci were a noble family from central Italy, who were lords of Foligno, in Umbria, from 1305 to 1439.
During the War of the Guelphs and Ghibellines which tore apart Italy from the 12th to the 14th century, the Trinci were initially Guelphs, but switched to the other party from 1240. Corrado (I) and Trincia I Trinci held the title of podestà or vicar of Foligno in the late 13th century.
In 1305 the Trinci, after returning to the Guelphs, became lords of Foligno by expelling the Ghibelline Anastasi thanks to the support of nobles from Spoleto and Perugia. Nallo governed as capitano del popolo the until 1321. After him, the Trinci held the titles of gonfaloniere di giustizia and capitani.
Nallo's brother, Ugolino, ruled until 1338, being succeeded by Nallo's son, Corrado I, who died in 1343. He was followed by Ugolino Novello, the last to hold the aforementioned titles. The first official recognition came in 1367, when Pope Urban V named Ugolino's son, Trincia II Trinci, as apostolic vicar. Trincia was killed in 1377 by some Ghibellin exiles. His brother Corrado II ruled Foligno until 1388, followed by his son Ugolino III, who was a friend of the condottiero Braccio Fortebraccio.
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
With man-eating beliefs
Superior of death
With lineage and myth
And a half-heartedness at birth
I have the same old dream
About a tunnel by my bed
From where the stench of shit of minotaurs
Yawns like lewd and evil breath
But instinct and a map
Has set to work inside my head
Instead of shedding tears
I've learned to drink and piss instead
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I see the gulf
And it's going to
Bore my name into the
Green green grass
The catwalks of the past
My head is like an oven
As i rest it in my palms
We were just standing on the beach
When a bull rose from the surf
I said "show him the back door my dear
He'll only paw the turf"
Three seasons came and went
Tracksuits found the dispossessed
My wife had other plans
And now a bastard surfs the web
There's nothing she can do
He does not talk, he does not move
He spends all day looking at porn
Or playing fucking Halo 2
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I am the last to find my seat
I'm standing at the gate
Intermission comes
Nerves are touched, and smokes are screened
It's on a pack of cigarettes
Along with all our faults and memes and it says