The Supermen - David Bowie

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 superfear

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 supergod cries

Where all were minds in uni-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