We Kuffar

All 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 alone
 And our forfeit for a future full of freedom
 Of a life we might have known
 Now adrift here in the silence
 Metaphoric 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 the will
 For tomorrow's full of wonders
 Humble graces that the blind may not fulfil
 There was a time when 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 Than outdated answers that mesmerise you
 Dictate of faith, 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 faith, with silence of ghosts who 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 faith, 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
 Drowned 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 sranger still than we
 The search is motive is motive 'nough for me
 Now the light is slowly fading
 We imagine in their eyes, we start to see