When all the world was very young, 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 could heed no sigh. Solemn serenity, wondrous beings chained to life. Strange games they would play then and, no death for the perfect men. Life rose into one for them, so softly a supergirl cries. Where all were minds and only thoughts, powers weird by mystics taught. No pain, no joy, no power too great, colossal strength to grasp a fate. Sad eyed man then tossed in slumbers, nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold. Man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die to tempt him out. Far out in the red sky then, far out from the sad eyes then. Strange mad celebrations, so softly a supergirl cries. Far out in the red sky then, far out from the sad eyes then. Strange mad celebrations, so softly a supergirl cries. Thanks for watching!