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And who are you, the proud Lord said
that I must bow so low
only a cat from a different coat
that's all the truth I know
In a coat of gold, or a coat of red
the lion still has claws
and mines are long, and sharp, my Lord
As long and sharp as yours
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
that Lord of Castamere
and now the raind weep or his hall
with no one there to here
yes, now the rains weep or his hall
and not a soul to hear
And who are you, the proud Lord said
that I must bow so low
only a cat from a different coat
that's all the truth I know
In a coat of gold, or a coat of red
the lion still has claws
and mines are long, and sharp, my Lord
As long and sharp as yours
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
that Lord of Castamere
and now the raind weep or his hall
with no one there to here
yes, now the rains weep or his hall
and not a soul to hear