[Verse 1] Rathalos cuts the cloud in two, red wings over ash and stone. Rathian guards the mountain pass, her breath a warning, hers alone. [Chorus] Rathalos, Rathian, fire above the laurel plain. One cry answers through the gorge, one fierce heart answers again. [Verse 2] Claw marks score the old ravine, smoke drifts low across the pines. She circles once; he turns to meet her, two red shapes against the white. [Chorus] Rathalos, Rathian, fire above the laurel plain. One cry answers through the gorge, one fierce heart answers again. [Outro] When the last cinder cools to grey, their wings still cross the mountain air.
