Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Rains of Castamere - Ramin Djawadi (Game of Thrones)



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 
with no one there to hear. 
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall 
and not a soul to hear.

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