Ramin Djawadi
The Rains of Castamere
Castamere
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 no one's there to hear
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul's to hear
And so he spoke
And so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
And no one's there to hear
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul's to hear