DESCRIPTION:
More progressive-rock music sung in the Ithkuil constructed language, from the forthcoming album Kaduatán (the Ithkuil word for “Wayfarers”). Music composed by John Quijada. Lyrics translated into Ithkuil from original English-language lyrics by Paul Quijada. Lead vocals sung by David J. Peterson.


RENEGADES

Men, masked and cloaked, steal across my open lands
Leaving their names behind them, fleeing from history's plans
Past reckons, future beckons; I watch from where I stand
Caught in the present moment somewhere, somehow out of hand

Trusting time to tell me the rights and wrongs of my dreams;
Trusting fate to bring forth fruit from all my schemes.

And when life lies behind me will past and future matter
once all my works are scattered leaves upon the wind?

These renegades who wander on toward some unknown
Hope is the seed they carry; wither shall it be sown?
Past reckons, future beckons; but there I cannot go
Caught in the present moment

These renegades carry life like secret fires
clutched to their breast thwarting winds that defeat
hopes and dreams; thoughts to begin again
in new worlds free from all that would destroy them. [repeat]

And when life lies behind me will past and future matter?
Once all my works are scattered upon the wind?

* * *

Safe behind the walls of my life, I look toward the open sea
There upon the mists of evening the ships turn their sterns to me
Many who flee from safety's slow fate; for me, it is too late
I've cast my lot and label fate with my own name.

* * *

The time has come; the present pushes you
into the future now; there's nothing more to do
fate that you left to chance hangs all in tatters
now face the change and all that matters

Grieving, leaving what's behind
Strike out the inert and the static
Racing, facing what's in your mind
only to fail and forge the dogmatic

All shall know me and my name!
All shall love me, hosts proclaim!

These renegades carry life like secret fires
clutched to their breast thwarting winds that defeat
hopes and dreams; thoughts to begin again
in new worlds free from all that would destroy them

The creed is set; the words are carved in stone
There's naught to fear: you'll never be alone
like the nameless renegades uprooted by
the call to freedom -- the freedom to die!

Living, Dying for the cause
Never questioning the wrong or right
Hearing, fearing the applause
spurring on the pawns set to fight

All who knew me and my name!
All have perished just the same!


Words and music copyright ©2016 by John Quijada.
Artwork copyright ©2016 by Paul Quijada.
Thanks again to Kenneth Vaughn of Overlook Productions for engineering the video.