卡斯特梅的雨季（纯人声）
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
In a coat of gold or a coat of red
a lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp   my lord
as long and sharp as yours
Castamere Castamere Castamere
And now he spoke   and now he spoke
that lord of Castamere
And now the rains weep o’er his hall
and no one there to hear
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall
and not a soul to hear