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 chained to life.

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one of 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 slumber
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
Man would tear his brothers 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(second time dies)

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