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 or a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear
Not a soul to hear
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall
For the Rains of Castamere



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