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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