Ballad of Angel's Keep

There lieth far beneath the ground
A cavern vast and cold
A place of grace, and lost and found
And things that glittered gold

Of angels' fiery gospels and
The burning flames of hell
A place of God's unholy hand
Wherein the demons fell

Split by the waters of the moor
And creatures of the deep
There lies no holy place so pure
As holy Angel's Keep.