The Supermen

The Supermen
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 super fear their tragic endless lives
Heaves nor sighs 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 super god cries
Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power is 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 super god cries
Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a super god dies
En un pasado lejano, cuando el mundo era muy joven y la magia de las montañas pesaba en el ambiente, los superhombres caminaban en fila, custodios de una isla sin amor...