And who are you? The proud lord said That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coatthat'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
Compositores: George Raymond Richard Martin (ASCAP), Ramin Djawadi (BMI)Editor: T L Music Publishing Co Inc (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #10718398 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM