Magno Interitus, the great decay comes for all of us.
No one gets out, our lifes are cloaked in the darkest shroud.

The great decay is on its way.
Through the concrete cracks it creeps, through every hole it seeps.
True evil never sleeps, in the hearts of apathy it lives.

Closed eyes, closed minds fall in line.
Ignore the signs, we’re out of time.
Death rite.

Already lost the fight, existence is a death rite.
It’s a death rite.

Magno Interitus, the great decay comes for all of us.
No one gets out, our lifes are cloaked in the darkest shroud.
We’ve sown the seeds of destruction,
now watch them sprout in violent eruptions.
So close to our doom.
Flowers of death in full bloom.

Self-inflicted suffering.

Self-inflicted suffering.
All that lies ahead is misery.

Man-made misery.

Like maggots on a rotting corpse it feasts upon this doomed earth.
But we’re to blinded by the false light, to see we stand before the eternal night.

Magno Interitus, the great decay comes for all of us.
No one gets out, our lifes are cloaked in the darkest shroud.
We’ve sown the seeds of destruction,
now watch them sprout in violent eruptions.
So close to our doom.
Flowers of death in full bloom.