The Supermen - The Bowie Knives-歌词

The Supermen - The Bowie Knives

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

Could heave nor sigh 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 unith thought

Powers 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