Seven Billion Corpses Lyrics

The old world lived, half-choked, by rules of empty dogmas. The new world is strewn with 7 billion (unburied) corpses - conscious only enough to know the rotted darkness that rules their souls. These are they who ate the Forbidden Fruit and plucked all of its bounty so that, that which wasn't eaten, spoiled 'neath the sun of God.

In another failed creation, Legions of demons and necromancers waged war in the bowels of the Earth. The great and terrible war was wrought not for fleeting vainglory, but for the very soul of Mankind. With no clear victor to be established, they hatched a plan to procreate - to populate the world with their halfbreed spawn in the form of man.

Full of envious rage, they chose to dilute their own power in order to deceive Mankind - not to merely possess his soul, but to become it. Soon, they realized that the soul of Mankind had simply become the last remaining thread of an overused garment that should have been burned long ago. Part man, part fiend, savages with two sets of eyes survey the remains of a race long lost. Using their young as props, they fill their bellies with broken promises.

Lucifer's shining promise gleams ever before them - The spoils of a thousand wars. For one fleeting moment, He opens their eyes long enough for them to see unmitigated reality - An army of omnichromatic tiles that uniformly and simultaneously deconstruct the illusions that used to imprison them...
Reality.... Slipping slowly as if weightless into the ether. As broken mirrors pierce the realms of other worlds, so does the deconstruction of the Illusion. These fore-ordained puzzle pieces point towards a singular conclusion - Nothing ever mattered.

Only those acquainted with loss will ever know how to torture. No matter where they turn, they are lost. In a darkening place where they know they should not be, the faces of those who guide grow blurred. As the number of days lived grows, the space between the moment and the memory shrinks. Gradually ripping away at things which exist until they no longer are, and we're left to wonder what became of everything.

Countless generations, penance to appease their insatiable lord
Seven Billion Unburied Corpses.