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 [bad word] I know 
In a coat of gold or a coat of red 
lion still has claws, 
And mine are long and sharp, my friend, 
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 no-one there to hear 
Yes, 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 from me? 
The boy has no claim, just a stag in name 
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 [bad word]  and the might 
His fire will lead me [bad word] 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke 
That stag of Dragonstone 
And now the flames tear down his pride 
And the boy withholds the throne 
Yes, now the flames tear down his pride 
And the boy withholds the throne 

And who are you, the Young Wolf said  [bad word] 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 its 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 soul to tell 
Yes, now the wolves clean out his home 
With not a soul 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 
Yes, now their blood will paint her walls 
For all the lions to see