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 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 another rains weep
o'er his hall with no
to hear snow
we pour his heart is not the soul to
hear
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Oh hands of cold are always cold
friends of
yes hands of cold or
always cold butter almonds hands of
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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
that's not the soul to hear 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
life 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
for his hall with not a soul to hear yes
now the rains weep o'er his hall with
not us all true
River wind softly mode