Castamere 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 And so he spoke And so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall And no one's there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul's to hear And so he spoke And so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall And no one's there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul's to hear
