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 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 Over His Hall And Not A Soul To
Hear 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 And So He Spoke And So He
Spoke That Lord Of Castamere But Now The Rains
Weep Over His Hall And Not A Soul To
Hear And So He Spoke And So He
Spoke That Lord Of Castamere But Now The Rains
Weep Over His Hall And Not A Soul To
Hear And So He Spoke (And So He
Spoke, And So He Spoke) Lord Of Castamere (That
Lord Of Castamere) Weep Over His Hall (But Now
The Rains Weep Over His Hall) (And Not A
Soul To Hear) And Not A Soul To Hear