Walked up to the House of Frey,
hat in hand
From another day
Broke his oath to wed a daughter, so today
They'll have a wedding to commemorate
The Tullys and the Starks' bond,
King in the North, chose to follow his heart on
Broke the bread, cloaked a girl and
they ate a feast
Bannermen celebrated in the evening
While the band played tunes, that the people loved to hear
Til the bedding ceremony took the bride and groom out of here
Left alone with their thoughts of the future
Thoughts of the heir to the North that's unborn
Thoughts of those passed,
Thoughts of those missing
Thoughts that's so far from that oncoming war
So the band, well it started to play a little familiartune
A tune that Lady Stark, bugged her ear, when she knew
As Lord Frey stood, set to give his own wedding giftMade clear who he pledged his fealty to...
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,
without a soul who gears his cries anymore...
The queen said at the wedding, with a toss of her hair
How those that come against the Lions, fare thee well
Cuz from Casterly Rock to King's Landing
With a whisper, my what a story to tell...
Your house will be forgotten,
your home will be burned
Your name will be erased from the annals of time
Except a mention in a song or a legend just to warn
Any and all those who ever dared step out of line
We always pay our debts, whether silver in our hands
Or the soldiers in the field, or the ships in the port
From the North to the South to the Free Cities
More harm done with the pen and ink than a sword
So beware, 'fore they make you another example
Another head on a pike, or a name in a song
Have you ever heard the story of the King in the North
And that Red Wedding day that went over so wrong
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,
without a soul who hears his cries anymore...
And so the band stopped playing, crossbows throughout the balcony
No one was left to see, a king's ignominy
As the arrows pierced the flesh, as he fell to his knees
And his bannermen bled, and his crown was thus seized
And he crawled cross the floor, placed a hand on the stomach
Of the love that he risked his whole family for
And a son or a daughter that will never see the sunset
Never see Winterfell, never be born
While his mother pleaded, let the boy live
But the Lannisters send their regards with a knife
And a slit of her throat, as she fell and bled out
Off to join Eddard Stark there on the other side
They say the rain falls on some houses more than others
I say it falls on all, it's how you deal with the rain
And let us never forget the Rains of Castamere
Tell it to your sons and daughters,
Let us sing it again...
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,
without a soul who hears his cries anymore...

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