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 a coat of gold and a coat of red
A lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp my lord,
As long as as sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere.
And now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls,
And not a soul to hear.
And Who are you? The Proud Lord said
That I must bow so low,
Only a cat of different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
And a coat of gold and a coat of red,
A lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp my lord,
As long and sharp as your's.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere.
And now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls,
And not a soul to hear.

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