Oh these memories – although fading - feed illusions of the lives we might have led
Not a moment's pause for purpose, lamentations - nor a fear inside my head
I know it's faith that drives me - an unwavering faith that we'll not stand 'lone
And our forfeit - for a future full of freedom - of a life we might have known

Now adrift here in the silence - metaphor for the vast unknowns we face
The mirage is slowly fading, the horizon holds the fortunes we embrace
I know that I'm no hero, not a martyr, just a servant of will
For tomorrow's full of wonders, humble graces, that the blind may not fulfill

There was a time this land was a beacon, the cradle of all things, you've wasted their gains
Beliefs to be built on, discoveries to dilate, ideas are foundations, not crippling chains
This reckless divorce of compassion and reason, of rational thinking – no harem awaits
And for your indifference, your indoctrinations, immoral misleadings, our lives to the fates
Know this forever, that we were no martyrs, no god fearing zealots, we fight for the truth
We're secular beings, more humbled by questions than outdated answers that mesmerize you

Dictate of fate – why must we live by your hand
Smug in your own sense of virtue of reason of grand
Defending faith as sacred and righteous and pure
Smokescreen for hate, for abuses, mistrust and allure
Spectate of fate, with silence of ghosts to foretell
Weather for fear of the vengeance induced by this spell
Defending faith as private, protected, divine
Sheltering fringes who honor their own lives like thine
Dictate of fate –we suffer your mindless decrees
Sure of your place in these fictions that bring men to knees
Defending faith - the will of the words you hold true
In time, your edicts will unleash their wrath upon you

And lo, a light on, not so far away from Zion
In the land of the virile, the breeders, and the heroes
The rains fall down, modern arms and aging thoughts collide
Drowned in the blood of holy rite
... and so we fight on
In the sands of the feral, the ciphers and the zeroes
In the grave passed down, in the storied bygones silence let survive
And drown in the blood of holy rite

Your lease on faith is fleeting, we believe
In freedom, justice fair, like you we need
Answers, consolations, but we feed
On wonder, life, how meaningless we seem
The universe is stranger still than we
The search for truth is motive 'nough for me

Now the light is slowly fading, we imagine in their eyes we start to see...