Lyrics The Rains of Castamere - Ramin Djawadi, Serj Tankian

The Rains of Castamere

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,
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.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
(And so he spoke)
And so he spoke,
(That lord of Castamere)
Lord of Castamere,
(But now the rains)
Weep o'er his hall,
(And not a soul to hear)
And not a soul to hear.