Not made of flesh and bone
are the minions of eternity
but deadly as the cold vast void itself
As nightmares they come
and breed in our heads
Neither dead nor alive
Not personified but always there
hunting our shadows
playing with our fears
Unseen since the beginning of mankind
ot personified but always there
With the strength of aeons they ride
and chant, the demons of your mind
They feed their hunger
They feed their greed
with fear, the demons of the deep abyss
Beyond the small line you call sanity
they wait eternally