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,
and not a soul to hear.
My parents pay for HBO, a luxury I cannot afford. I spent the weekend dog-sitting while they moved my sister to Utah for grad school and devoured season 1 and (shown so far) season 2 of Game of Thrones.
Obsessed. I’m only a little embarrassed to admit the chills I felt when this song rolled with the credits.
Must find someone to loan me an HBO Go password for the finale.
Adding: Someone better squash Joffrey ASAP.