Rains of Castamere from Game of Thrones (A Cappella)

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

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
But 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

Oh hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
Yes hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
But 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 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

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That Lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his halls
With not a soul to hear
Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls
With not a soul to hear