Who are you The proud lord said That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different claw That's all the truth I know And a coat of gold Or a coat of red A lion still has claws Mine are as 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 rain Weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rain Weep over his hall And not a soul to hear 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 And a coat of gold Or a coat of red A lion still has claws Mine are as long and sharp my lord As long and sharp as yours