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 friend, As long and sharp as yours
And so he spoke, and so he spoke, That Lord of Castamere And now the rains weep o'er his halls With no-one there to hear Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls With not a soul to hear
And who are you, the brother said To keep my throne from me? The boy has no claim, just a stag in name A lion's all I see You have your gods and your false boy king What have they done for you? My Lord of Light has the truth, and the might His fire will lead me true
And so he spoke, and so he spoke That stag of Dragonstone And now the flames tear down his pride And the boy withholds the throne Yes, now the flames tear down his pride And the boy withholds the throne
And who are you, the Young Wolf said To rule with so much fear? You follow the law of a summer child But winter is drawing near When you kill a wolf you enrage his pack, You'll fear our howls of war And when the North brings its icy chill We'll hear no lions roar
And so he spoke, and so he spoke That King of Winterfell And now the wolves clean out his home With not a soul to tell Yes, now the wolves clean out his home With not a soul to tell
And so they spoke, and so they spoke Those foes of Casterly And now their blood will paint her walls For all the lions to see Yes, now their blood will paint her walls For all the lions to see