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
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