What are you, the proud lord of the
need to be a bow-shot?
Sed felis One tore
all the truth I know that he
was armed with a coat of mail of gold, the red
claws of the lion has a
long and sharp, my lord, my:
with this sharp and as long as
, as he said, and the voice of the words of
the Lord Castamere
by the heavy rains now the porch of lamentation to wailing
, and to hear the no one
even now the rains weep not for the palace of
the soul, and did not listen to
sendo traduzido, aguarde..
