歌词
Who are you the young 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
And 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
With no one there to hear
And now the rains weep o'er his hall
With not a soul to hear