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.
A coat of gold, a coat of red. The lion still has claws.
And mine are long, and sharp, my lord. As long and sharp as your.»
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, with not a soul to hear.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere,
But now the rain weep o’er his hall, with no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall, with not a soul to hear.