We are archers, warriors, boxers – everyone call us giants but
Mont’e Prama is a burial ground of heroes.
We are the ancient status of Mont’e Prama,
we are the figures of skilled, fearless young men.
Some of us, like those young men, bear the arms of war: the finely-worked pectoral, shield and sword, or the bow with a quiver full of arrows.
Others show, on a body wearing only a loincloth with a rear triangle, the arms of ritual boxing: the glove armed with a point and a light curved shield.