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