The Rains of Castamere

One night I hold on you, oouhh ouhhh ouhhh
Castamere, castamere, castamere, castamere

In coat of gold or coat of red
A lion still has his claws, and mine are long and sharp as long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke and so he spoke the lord of Castamere
but now the rains weep over his hall with no one there to hear

Yes now the rains weep over his hall with not a soul to hear



Credits
Writer(s): Ramin Djawadi, George R. R. Martin
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