"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 (long and sharp as yours)
And so he spoke
And so he spoke
The 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
Ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah (ah), ah (ah), ah
Ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And so he spoke (and so he spoke)
And so he spoke (and so he spoke)
The lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall (but now the rains weep o'er)
With no one there to hear
Now the rains weep o'er his hall (now, weep o'er his hall)
With not a soul to hear (ooh)
