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
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 halls
With no one there to hear
Yes now the rains
Weep o'er his halls
With not a soul to hear
And so he spoke
And so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
And now the rains
Weep o'er his halls
With no one left to hear
Yes now the rains
Weep o'er his halls
With not a soul
To hear

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