The National The Rains of Castamere

Текст песни "The National — The Rains of Castamere"

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.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.