When all the world was very young The mountain magic heavy hung The sofa men would walk in file The guardians of a loveless isle And gloomy browed with super fear Their endless tragic lives could give no sign 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 seraphim god cries Where all were minds in unithought Powers weared by mystics taught No pain, no joy, no power too great A luscious strength to grasp a fate Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold And would tear his brother's flesh A chance to die, to turn to mould Far out in the red sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange mad celebrations So softly a super god cries Far out in the red skies Far out from the sad eyes Strange mad celebrations So softly a super god dies Softly a super god dies