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