Castamere(x4)
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.
woo~