The Rains of Castamere

«And who are you,»
the proud lord said,
«that I must bow so low?»
«Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold,
a coat of red,
a lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.»
So he spoke and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere.
But now the rains weep o’er his halls
with no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o’er his halls
with not a soul to hear.
So he spoke and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere.
But now the rains weep o’er his halls
with no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o’er his halls
with not a soul to hear.