Could heave nor sigh in solemn, perverse serenity
Far out in the red sky
Strange games they would play then
Far out from the sad eyes
So softly a super-god cries
So softly a super-god cries
Strange, mad celebration
The supermen would walk in file
Wondrous beings chained to life
Far out from the sad eyes
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
No death for the perfect men
A man would tear his brother's flesh
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with super-fear
Powers weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Far out in the red sky
Where all were minds in uni-thought
Strange, mad celebration
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
Life rolls into one for them
Their tragic endless lives
A chance to die to turn to mold
