The Rains of Castamere Lyrics

One night I hold on

Youuuu youuuu

Castamere... castamere... castamere... castamere

In coat of gold or coat of red

A lion still has claws

And mine are along and sharp my Lord

As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke and he spoke

That lord of Castamere

And now the rains weep over his hall

With no one there to hear

Yes, now the rains weep over his hall,

And not a soul to hear...