The Rains of Castamere [full lyrics] – cover

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,
with no one there to hear.

“O, hear my call”, the lookout cried
His eyes upon the vale.
“I see sunlight upon armour,
many riders on the trail.”
And still Lorn Reyne of Castamere
harped on his elegy
“No stripling boy
untried by arms
will play Lord over me!”

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
the Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.

The lions at the gate had come
to lift his infant heirs
…on spears

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
the Lord of Castamere,
Now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with not a soul to hear.