The Rains of Castamere - Sigur Rós

Written by：Ramin Djawadi/George R.R. Martin

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