Lyrics of The rains of castamere

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,
But now the rains weep oer his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.