When all the world was very young

And mountain magic heavy hung

The supermen would walk in file

Guardians of a loveless isle

And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless

lives

Could heave nor sigh

In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life



Strange games they would play then

No death for the perfect men

Life rolls into one for them

So softly a superGod cries



Where all were minds in uni-thought

Powers weird by mystics taught

No pain, no joy, no power too great

Colossal strength to grasp a fate

Where sad-eyed merment tossed in slumbers

Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold

A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die

To turn to mold.



Far out in the red-sky

Far out from the sad eyes

Strange, mad celebration

So softly a supergod cries



Far out in the red-sky

Far out from the sad eyes

Strange, mad celebration

So softly a supergod dies