One night, I hold on you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you

CastamereCastamere

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 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

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh