──────❛❛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 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... El arco que sostenía en su mano se deslizó por las cuerdas del violín. Su voz, las notas del violín ascendieron a la noche, los pétalos rosas los llevaron consigo hacia las estrellas, a la luna redonda que iluminaba el firmamento. ──────And so he spoke, and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear.... https://youtu.be/tlkgbwmN9mQ?si=xUeRdkYTOBYVKybQ