One night, I hold on you
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you
 Castamere, Castamere, Castamere, Castamere

 coat of gold, a coat of red
 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 reins weep o'er his halls
 With no one there to hear

 Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls
 And not a soul to hear