Sigur Ros - The Rains Of Castamere Lyrics
One night I hold onYouuuu youuuuCastamere... castamere... castamere... castamereIn coat of gold or coat of redA lion still has clawsAnd mine are along and sharp my LordAs long and sharp as yoursAnd so he spoke and he spokeThat lord of CastamereAnd now the rains weep over his hallWith no one there to hearYes, now the rains weep over his hall,And not a soul to hear...