Lyrics The Rains of Castamere - The National

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.
And who are you.