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

Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate

Where sad-eyed mermen 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