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, 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.

Music by Ramin Djawadi

Lyrics by George R.R.Martin

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Can't get this song out of my head..