In My Blood
The time has come and so have I
So it's time for the son of the son of Sparda to make a devil cry
Blue Rose in my hand, I'm Erron Black, got a bullet with your name engraved
Red Queen gonna make you bleed all over your final resting place, call that a Red Grave
Pull my Devil Trigger, Bang!, now you're dead
Ain't no Saviour you can pray to when I come for your head
So Shall we dance the devil's tango towards Lucifer's estate
Dancing Mad with you jesters, ha.
Now WHO's the deadweight?
Lone Wolf Buster, demons, Nero's gonna murder ya
Light you up, burn you down, dig your grave, call that Berial (Berial)
Carry ya then bury ya, pull you in then tear ya
Where ya stand, now come and face me, I dare ya
I am the demon, pariah since birth
Saved by love from a human, given reason to live
Armed with my ire, and the might of a god
I'll end you with my birth right
The fire in my blood
With the might of my right I took on the hardest hits
Felt like Devil & Goliath on some twisted Bible bullshit
Ran my Knuckles on Echidna with some Smokin' Sexy Style
Overture ran static Shocks but there ain't no Vergil in sight
Father tricked me into fixing him and that was his mistake
For his battle against Dante caused something in me to wake
And the broken wings of a fallen angel laid his ass to waste
Oh, poetic justice writes itself, like it's William Blake
On a Liberation mission, offer up a quick prayer to God
And I swear, once I get home, I'm Snatching Kyrie's V-card
Working with a tech who's got a million hands like her name is Nico Robin in this bitch,
Seal of quality, 24K Goldstein, like Alighieri writing, I'm the top pick, top pick
I am the demon, pariah since birth
Saved by love from a human, given reason to live
Armed with my ire, and the might of a god
I'll end you with my birth right
The fire in my blood
So it's time for the son of the son of Sparda to make a devil cry
Blue Rose in my hand, I'm Erron Black, got a bullet with your name engraved
Red Queen gonna make you bleed all over your final resting place, call that a Red Grave
Pull my Devil Trigger, Bang!, now you're dead
Ain't no Saviour you can pray to when I come for your head
So Shall we dance the devil's tango towards Lucifer's estate
Dancing Mad with you jesters, ha.
Now WHO's the deadweight?
Lone Wolf Buster, demons, Nero's gonna murder ya
Light you up, burn you down, dig your grave, call that Berial (Berial)
Carry ya then bury ya, pull you in then tear ya
Where ya stand, now come and face me, I dare ya
I am the demon, pariah since birth
Saved by love from a human, given reason to live
Armed with my ire, and the might of a god
I'll end you with my birth right
The fire in my blood
With the might of my right I took on the hardest hits
Felt like Devil & Goliath on some twisted Bible bullshit
Ran my Knuckles on Echidna with some Smokin' Sexy Style
Overture ran static Shocks but there ain't no Vergil in sight
Father tricked me into fixing him and that was his mistake
For his battle against Dante caused something in me to wake
And the broken wings of a fallen angel laid his ass to waste
Oh, poetic justice writes itself, like it's William Blake
On a Liberation mission, offer up a quick prayer to God
And I swear, once I get home, I'm Snatching Kyrie's V-card
Working with a tech who's got a million hands like her name is Nico Robin in this bitch,
Seal of quality, 24K Goldstein, like Alighieri writing, I'm the top pick, top pick
I am the demon, pariah since birth
Saved by love from a human, given reason to live
Armed with my ire, and the might of a god
I'll end you with my birth right
The fire in my blood
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Writer(s): Andrés Vindas
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