The Rains Of Castamere Lyrics - Sigur Ros

One night, I hold on you 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you 

Castamere, Castamere, Castamere, Castamere 

A coat of gold, a coat of red 

A 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