The Rains of Castermere

"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 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

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