Not made of flesh and bonenare the minions of eternitynbut deadly as the cold vast void itselfnAs nightmares they comenand breed in our headsnNeither dead nor alivennNot personified but always therenhunting our shadowsnplaying with our fearsnnUnseen since the beginning of mankindnnot personified but always therenWith the strength of aeons they ridenand chant, the demons of your mindnnThey feed their hungernThey feed their greednwith fear, the demons of the deep abyssnBeyond the small line you call sanitynthey wait eternally