The Rains of Castamere - Sigur Rós
Written by：Ramin Djawadi/George R.R. Martin
Castamere
Castamere
Castamere
Castamere
A coat of gold
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 oer his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear
