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 solemnperverse serenitywondrous 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 painno joyno 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 flesha chance to die
To turn to mold.

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strangemad celebration
So softly a supergod cries

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strangemad celebration
So softly a supergod dies

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