Exuvia by Terra Tenebrosa Lyrics

Trapped inside a death rattle
Contained in a grain of dust
Resting on the hand of an old and dying clock
The old scavenger is rn here with me
I sense it behind my back
I hear the whispering sounds of the robes
As they drag across the ground
Nausea hits and I stoop forward
On all fours in the residue
Of droppings and heavings and watery dreg
From ulcers and infested wounds
My molted skin lies soaked in blood
And rich black bile
Inside my head its clattering teeth
Accelerated breathing
And the gratified moan
As it becomes me