"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

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

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