Lyrics
L art est le fanatisme qui oblige la diplomatie, world music with black edges, heavy metal kings
open the black metal order this is pain immortalized
the wild beating of skins
Soldiers of fortune, rytmen er ein dansar, the wild beating of skins
Aesthetes in uniforms, in the small wooden hall we wrote our omnipolis, du m lata musikken r ra beini dine
The motormouth verses, du kan kjenna det
neonism revived
three days it lasted
tanned people row boats with children onboard
Avant que tout ne finit, bas la terreur Edges, democrats in leather
As families diverged and spread to farther lands, the wild beating of skins
Aesthetes in uniforms, ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat Edges, anarchists in shooting suits
In these summers i grew up, in the hall of arts we made the gewaltkunstwerk burn Solefald, we are the offspring of those traveling bands
The house of world cultures was the place to begin, the bass lines of doom, we bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought
How cool to be only one of those things, hopp for glede
Vert med til byen v r, ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat
I goa ravar voodoofolket p strandi, be as strict as it is stern, i goa ravar voodoofolket p strandi
du kan kjenna det
the motormouth verses
We bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought, the ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth
The kosmopolis crew have dressed for the tropics, shoutout to ill bill for bridging it with rap
back to africa
the ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth