(The Ranger):
Last of my kind since my mother she died
My father a coward, tried to hide from the tribe
But I survived in Cosmo Canyon, companions are few
Bugenhagen like a grandfather and I call him that, too
Knew what to do when the Turks came to capture a specimen
Contested them but wasn't gettin the best of them
I saved the day but I was taken away
Tattooed with the numerals that later gave me my name
Prisoner imprisoned in the Shinra HQ
Subjected to experiments by Hojo and his crew
After more than a year, a proud swordsman appeared
He told me he was Cloud and we fought our way out
Back at home, Bugenhagen said some facts should be known
Dad didn't run from the tribe, he attacked 'em alone
Like they turned him to stone, my shame turned into pride
And as I howled at the moon, he cried from petrified eyes

(Random):
Hey yo
Welcome to Cosmo Canyon where the guys go
Planning on the future by repairing tomorrow
Fantasies, they're never final where I come from.
Grab a weapon. Remember, leave nothing undone.

Red Thirteen. Tell me what does it mean?
Still in love with the dream. Man, I fought the regime.
Torn apart at the seams. Victim of vicious schemes.
Nothing is what it seems. Last of a dying breed.
Species nearly extinct but we fought from the brink
This ship will never sink. Not as hard as you think.
But thanks to Bugenhagen, your father is not forgotten.
The legacy's never stoppin so we gonna get it poppin.
I understand it, man. I'm aware of your fam.
Not knowing where you stand. That was me, I still am.
But the mission's in hand. Bigger than me and you.
More than a mortal man could ever withstand.
Fighting for the same cause cause we took the same loss.
Never again, my friend, so we taking off.
Children of advent dwelling in the past tense.
Seems like my past's been shattered into fragments.
But we dwell in the now. We got a job to do.
To make tomorrow brighter. Follow me, I follow you.
But we dwell in the now. We got a job to do.
To make tomorrow brighter. Follow me, I follow you.

Hey yo
Welcome to Cosmo Canyon where the guys go
Planning on the future by repairing tomorrow
Fantasies, they're never final where I come from.
Grab a weapon. Remember, leave nothing undone.