who are you
the proud lord said
that I must bow so low?
only a cat of a different claw
that's all the truth I know
and a coat of gold
or a coat of red
a lion still has claws
mine are as 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 rain
weep o'er his hall
with no one there to hear
yes now the rain
weep over his hall
and not a soul to hear
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
or a coat of red
a lion still has claws
mine are as long and sharp my lord
as long and sharp as yours
