Planet Knarnia from Old Solar by The Illmarillion
Tracklist
7. | Planet Knarnia | 2:49 |
Lyrics
Verse 1: The Illmarillion
Sorta like a squirrel hides nuts I bury wisdom in beats
I got a burrow full of Marrow gotta burrow to feast
Beneath the burnt orange leaf unsheathe knowledge
That shatters swords; ancient orbs to wage war upon the Green Book College
To free the pawns from Screwtape's bondage
I call forth celestial aid like Fujitora
The Music of the Spheres strikes fear in Gomorrah
You can't look back just further up; further in
When the End of all things appears, its pure bliss
Jesus is utterly peerless
How I long to see his face; this life iconoclastic
How I yearn to see Christ's kind of magic
Yo mirror mirror on the wall which sphere is nearest to the fall
All hear the mother's call few listen
Earth's birth pains distance the cursed from the lifted
Works pain the wicked but birth paints an image
New life, new dimension, far too new to mention
Ancient, old, beyond all comprehension
My soul is in My Father's hand; Musica Humana
This Lyre's Spirit sings the true mantra
That Christ is
That Christ is
That Christ is king
The righteous ring around Maleldil's Spring
There's abounding peace above the dust of His feet
Not a single crushed weed only those who trust his feats
Verse 2: The Illmarillion
Yo come and get lost in the whirlwind where pearls spin
And get hobbit lit on long bottom leaf with Merlin
That's a metaphor rhyme scheme I would never smoke pipeweed... with Frodo
But I will metaphysically when I go home
Every man is a kosmos on his own
God alone hears the music tunes it to the truest tone
When the Morning Star rises
The Son never sets inside of your mind's horizon
Coming somewhat live from the Middle West cries an autistic wretch
Ethereal spherical lyrics rise from his chest
The Illmarill imbibes the best spirits of hip-hop like plum wine
So stop drop whatever you're doing and come unwind
The time is nigh better mind the sound
On strong grounds I scrounge mounds of Druids
And drown the ruins after plundering a thousand cubits
Of ancient truths hewn by shrouded eunuchs
That's all I got
Credits
Lyrics by Zach Cottington
Produced, mixed, and mastered by Jeremiah Dirt