Showing posts from February, 2014

The Rains of Castamere

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. The Rains of Castamere - George R R Martin. Since I don't watch (or maybe I should say haven't yet watched) Game of Thrones, I'd missed all the hoopla surrounding "The Red Wedding". I have been reading the book series for a while, and reached the wedding a couple of days ago. What a cruel and genius thing to do George Martin. And now this song is stuck in my head. Here's the video as well.