One night I hold on You, you Castamere, Castamere, Castamere, Castamere In coat of gold or 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 over his hall with no one there to hear Yes, now the rains weep over his hall, And not a soul to hear...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
