Ramin Djawadi & Serj Tankian - The Rains of Castamere

And who are you? The proud lord saidThat I must bow so low?Only a cat of a different coatThat's all the truth I knowIn a coat of gold or a coat of redA lion still has clawsMine are long and sharp my lordAs long and sharp as yoursAnd so he spokeAnd so he spokeThat Lord of CastamereBut now the rains weep over his hallAnd not a soul to hearAnd who are you? The proud lord saidThat I must bow so low?Only a cat of a different coatThat's all the truth I knowAnd so he spokeAnd so he spokeThat Lord of CastamereBut now the rains weep over his hallAnd not a soul to hearAnd so he spokeAnd so he spokeThat Lord of CastamereBut now the rains weep over his hallAnd not a soul to hearAnd 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