Rains of Castamere歌词

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 hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains
weep o’er his hall,
with not a soul to hear.
And so he spoke,
and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains
weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains
weep o’er his hall,
with not a soul to hear.编辑于2023/12/26更新