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 A lion still has claws 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 over his hall And not a soul to hear 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 And so he spoke And so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep over his hall And not a soul to hear And so he spoke And so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep over his hall And not a soul to hear And so he spoke (And so he spoke, and so he spoke) Lord of Castamere (That Lord of Castamere) Weep over his hall (But now the rains weep over his hall) (And not a soul to hear) And not a soul to hear