Deep in the cellars where dank slime thrives
all things dark and dreadful;
the creature creeps along on its belly.

A mouth to devour and to condemn;
the howling of a man gone mad.

Face to face with a tortured mind
and a heart shrivelled of love.

Into the depth of depravity
down the steps to bring Adam up
out the dark into light, the God of love.