the rains of castamere

castamere

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.