And so he spoke,
And so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere
Yet now the rains, weep over his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes now the rains, weep over 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 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. my lord, are long and sharp
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.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
Lowraumel
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