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