Golden rays of the glorious sunny day,
Sending down such a blood-red light.
Now the pokemon slowly retreat to the shadows,
Out of sight.
Arid winds blow across the mountains,
Giving flight to the mon of prey.
In the distance machines come to transform Hoenn,
Day by day…
Only love is with us now,
Something warm and pure.
Find the peace within ourselves,
No need for a cure.
When the wind is slow and the fire's hot,
The vullaby waits to see what rots.
Oh, how pretty, all the scenery,
This is nature's sacrifice!
When the echoes bloom with a brisk attack,
The treeko's tail ripped from it's back.
When the sun sets,
We will not forget the Red Sun over paradise.
Red Sun…