Demon War, Issue of Man's Desire

Take care lest they are released,
To scour the land with death and decay 'til there is no peace.
In them is no glory,
They have no honor,
And if they reign only the wind in the rocks will wail out the lament of their destain.
Rising like harlequins of the horror haunted gloom,
Children of destruction borne to the tolling of mankind's doom,
Their feast awaits,
The tables spread,
Myriad legions of the human dead,
And nothing at hand to wield against or quench the hunger of their kindled fire,
For such are the children of Demon War, Issue of Man's Desire.

Douglas James Kilburg
The Woodsinger