He was a good man,

but a weak man,

a weak man who nearly destroyed our House and name.

♪ "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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ but now the rains weep o'er his hall ♪

♪ with no one there to hear ♪

♪ yes, now the rains weep o'er 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 o'er his hall ♪

♪ with no one there to hear ♪

♪ yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall ♪

♪ and not a soul to hear. ♪