One night I hold on
Youuuuu youuuuu
Castamere...
Castamere...
Castamere...
Castamere...

A coat of gold or 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 over his hall,
with no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep over his hall,
And not a soul to hear...