Holy Mother of Terror

O volatile ingress
Cross foundation damp earth
Shadow's giving birth
And smiling with mirth
From gable to furnace
Chambers forgotten
Where vines are grown rotten
Where the others begotten

O, the joy of joining
The darkness' mad laughter
A dread promise thereafter
To the voice in the rafters

Thief of all I was before
In closed lidded flight
Ecstatic I soar
Down through the cellar door!

Thief of all I was before
Holy abject mother come now
Holy Mother come