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 Activity FeedSir_Me_of_Neptu has not published any activity yet.Would you like to post a shout to welcome them to Kongregate? AwardsMobile BadgesMy Games |