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...