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.