It now stands empty, history has moved on
But once this was a place
That was worshipped, cared for, cherished
To enter your soul felt its grace
Set high in the mountains
It was a refuge from evil
People came in hundreds, many of their knees
At times it felt medieval
But the tribes of the mountains knew
This was their place, their spiritual home
Years past, as they travelled the mountains, the valleys
But this place claimed their soul when they ceased to roam.