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   not 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