Rains of Castamere

   

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 old the true I now

In a coat of gold or a coat of red

a lion still has claws

And mine are long and sharp, my lord

                                                               long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke...