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 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)