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.
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.
And now the rains weep o'er his hall, without a soul to hear.
And now the raynes, weep o'er his hall, with not a soul to hear.
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Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know.
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.
And now the rains weep o'er his hall, without a soul to hear.
And now the raynes, weep o'er his hall, with not a soul to hear.
