Sigur Ros The Rains Of Castamere Lyrics

One night I hold on
Youuuu youuuu
Castamere... castamere... castamere... castamere
In coat of gold or coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are along and sharp my Lord
As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke and 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...