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 The 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 hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall 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 hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear