Lyrics Mother of Dragons - L'Orchestra Cinematique, Ramin Djawadi

Mother of Dragons

One night, I hold on you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you
Castamere
Castamere
Castamere
Castamere
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 hall
With no one there to hear
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall
And not a soul to hear
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh