The Rains Of Castamere

Sigur Rós

One night, I hold on you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you 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 And now the rains weep o'er his halls With no one there to hear Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls And not a soul to hear Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Written by: George R. R. Martin, Ramin DjawadiLyrics © Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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