Solas Amháin

Solas Amháin Solas amháin, A little light of one... Hmmm, hues of absolute certainty... An intertwined fate, laminated by will, A little unfree for this physical fiend. But I guess where there's silence, There's souls' rules for feed... So, we all have a hammer, Just like Thor, Where will is that thunderous power, Perpetual proof to all souls who then hear: Not the blinkered approach. Not uncontrolled, Not thrown through universe to universe in fear. So what if this will allows us to pick One universe from all, and here our fate will stick? In the macrocosm it all just is, Microcosmic control, fate as varnish... Mind fizz? Ok, I gave you a pillar of salt, A pinch, and for now it's just your truth. I'll look to ikigai for more reasonable youth. If then a hammer appears in my hand, I'm gonna strike down the Sith - for all on this land. If a hammer appears in my hand, I'm gonna strike down the Sith for all the children. If a hammer appears in my hand, I'm gonna strike down the Sith, Those motherfuckers be dying. Ah! A hammer appears in my hand, I'm gonna strike down the Sith, Those motherfuckers be dying.