Liam Dryden — Rains of Castamere

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Еще классная переделка “Рейнов из Кастамере” с куплетами про Станниса и Робба

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 friend,

As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

That Lord of Castamere

And 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 brother said

To keep my throne from me?

The boy has no claim, just a stag in name

A lion’s all I see

You have your gods and your false boy king

What have they done for you?

My Lord of Light has the truth, and the might

His fire will lead me true

And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That stag of Dragonstone

And now the flames tear down his pride

And the boy withholds the throne

Yes, now the flames tear down his pride

And the boy withholds the throne

And who are you, the Young Wolf said

To rule with so much fear?

You follow the law of a summer child

But winter is drawing near

When you kill a wolf you enrage his pack,

You’ll fear our howls of war

And when the North brings its icy chill

We’ll hear no lions roar

And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That King of Winterfell

And now the wolves clean out his home

With not a soul to tell

Yes, now the wolves clean out his home

With not a soul to tell

And so they spoke, and so they spoke

Those foes of Casterly

And now their blood will paint her walls

For all the lions to see

Yes, now their blood will paint her walls

For all the lions to see

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Posted on Tue 10 June 2014 game of thrones, liam dryden, rains of castamere