Out of Africa, mother of the species
The original tribe falling to pieces
As families diverged and spread to farther lands
We are the offspring of those traveling bands
Back to Africa, returning to the source
Neonism revived, connecting to the force
Hear the artillery of the Solefald gunboat
We bring you the rhythms and the stories unsought
♪
(Woo!) In Kragerø, Telemark, reporting from the fjord
Tanned people row boats with children on board
Above the codfish and mackerel, below the gulls of the sky
In these summers I grew up, so happy I could die
Writing by the sea in Norway, Kosmopolis
In the small wooden hall we wrote our Omnipolis
Back when the mothers still walked the Earth
The ones who raised and loved us from the moment of birth
♪
The Kosmopolis Crew have dressed for the tropics
Back to the late '90s' with the fluorescent topics
They forgot to yourself in the device stay true
The Total Orchestra come howling back at you
The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins (howling back at you)
The synth machinery, Gedichte of gloom
The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
♪
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
♪
The motormouth verses, the Cro-Magnon grins
The Zanzibar guitar, the wild beating of skins
The synth machinery, Gedichte of gloom
The choirs and organs, the bass lines of doom
Eg hev ikkje anna å bjoda på enn emosjonell turisme
Ein feit dude i batikk som dansar til ein feit beat
Ein feit chick med glowstick stein på feil shit
I Goa ravar voodoofolket på strandi
Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
Du må lata musikken røra beini dine (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Kryp inn i mitt hovud
♪
Kosmopolis, it is something new
Kosmopolis, I have my eye on you
Vеrse is the bridge, the Atlantic is the gap
Shoutout to Ill Bill for bridging it with rap
Soldiers of fortune, heavy metal kings
How cool to be only one of those things
♪
There are no blacks in black metal
The name must be an error
How did this temple of sound roar into being?
Who made it the tornado it is?
The bad kids are getting old
But what they played is not
Open the Black Metal Order
This is pain immortalized
The future is said to be many things
But I predict it to be transatlantic
Who is able to carry on through?
Who is able to stay courageous?
♪
Aesthetes in uniforms, microstates with riding boots
Democrats in leather, anarchists in shooting suits
Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
Three days it lasted, world music with black edges
♪
Du kan kjenna det, rytmen er ein dansar
Du må lata musikken røra beini dine
Hopp for hyggje, hopp for hugnad
Hopp for glede, hopp for frygd
Hopp over alt som gjer livet vondt å leva (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Hopp i tidi til då me dansa, syng med (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Vert med til byen vår, Kosmopolis (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Kryp inn i mitt hovud (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Third Inhuman Music Regiment Berlin
Third Rebel for short, a think tank grey as sin
Metal should look martial, be as strict as it is stern
In the hall of arts we made the Gewaltkunstwerk burn
Kosmopolis, it is something new
Kosmopolis, I have my eye on you
♪
Subcultures met and offered peaceful pledges
Three days it lasted, world music with black edges
L'art est le fanatisme qui oblige à la diplomatie
À bas la Terreur, avant que tout ne finit