The blood of the temple tells a story
Two men born of the same entrails
NERGAL: Force and meanness
VERGIL: Weakness and wisdom

Crying for the wasted blood
The weak man kills the strong one
Breaking the blood lines
Devil May Cry

NERGAL snatched VERGIL's art,
Stealing from him his unique force
The jealousies that dye the soil with blood
Blocked up with anger watching his stained hands
He will not palliate your weakness nevermore

Contemplating the last days of every human being
Watching a night full of stars and a dead moon
A rose without petals

Crying for the wasted blood
The weak man kills the strong one
Breaking the blood lines
Devil May Cry

Screaming under NERGAL's body,
He dragged an eternal ballast
VERGIL's soul was condemned forever
After a hundred years he waits for a chance to change the past

Crying for the wasted blood
The weak man kills the strong one
Breaking the blood lines
Devil May Cry

One thousand years alone
He will walk across the earth
With his painfull memories

Trying to forgive himself day by day