Castle tides.

His love resides by castle tides, and haunts the halls by eve, the lady love he lost in time dwells and so he grieves,

Their love was placed within a box in the attic where the ravens fly, because it was the most precious love, they both were sort to die,

There amongst the shadows comes a misfortune known by any man Who has ever loved and lost the lady of the land,

She was of the Angels, firey eyes of pure sight And there he dwells in deepest loss For death put out her light,

He took his life Not long after her passing Could not face the world alone And in the halls of her absent breath Had sadly took his own.