Rains Of Castamere

Who are you

The proud lord said

That I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different claw

That's all the truth I know

And a coat of gold

Or a coat of red

A lion still has claws

Mine are as 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 rain

Weep o'er his hall

With no one there to hear

Yes now the rain

Weep over his hall

And not a soul to hear

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

And a coat of gold

Or a coat of red

A lion still has claws

Mine are as long and sharp my lord

As long and sharp as yours