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 or 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 not a soul to hear. :
And who are you, the brother said,
to keep my throne of from me?
the boy has no claim, just a stag in name,
a lion´s all i see.
You have your gods and your false boy king.
What have they done for you?
My Lord of light has the truth and the might
his fire will lead me true.
: And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that stag of Dragenstone And now the flames tear down his pride
and the boy withholds the throne. :
And who are you? the Young wolf said,
to rule with so much fear?
You follow the law of a summer child
but winter is drawing near.
When you kill a wolf you enrage his pack,
you´ll fear our howls of war.
And when the North brings ist icy chill
we´ll hear no lions roar.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke that King of Winterfell
And now the wolves clean out his home with not a spul to tell.
And so they spoke and so they spoke, those foes of casterly
and now their blood will paint her walls for all the lions to see.