Well, it's been nearly 2 month since I finally got DMC3:SE for PC thanks to one of my friends, and I really liked Dante
never seen such a crazy and cool guy ^_^ so I decided to dedicate these rhymes to him and to DMC3 game/ (sorry for some mistakes in my writing - English is not my native language after all...) may be I'll add some more crazy things soon.
Temen-ni-Gru Revival.
The tower on the hill is sleeping in the rain,
Wet rays of raising sun are slowly marking stones;
And at the tower's feet, between the hollow winds,
You'll see these hills of ancient Beast's bones.
The legend's thorns will scratch your mind again,
Knight Sparda's spirit's calmly calling to your soul,
You quickly grab your sword, shut down doors,
And then you give out strange, blood-freezing howl.
Not yet awakened, go straight to Hell,
To stop the sorcerer's time-holding praying rhymes.
Is it too late to close the book of Deathly Sins,
That summons in the dark the worst of man's true crimes?..
Meeting a brother.
His sincere whisper slowly tears you heart,
He looks at you from high-rise tower beneath.
You feel his glance, it's always aimed at your face;
He takes away your mind and living soul's breathe.
His only thought's about the seven mortal Sins,
Which have been hidden deeply in a secret place.
They slowly drain on the mirror of the Sun,
Enchanting Him with Demon's perfect magic grace.
His curse protects him from the usual windy blows,
And sleeping heart knows nothing but his greed.
He searches for treasures to collect and Legendary powers;
He makes you shake like if your soul's to bleed...
Vergil.
[Let me...]
Let my blood be bowling,
Let me see my fate,
Let me stay forever
Within the darkest gate.
Let me hash the bones,
Let me tear the hearts.
Let me dash in grimness
Of Hell and lying stars.
I will rise from ashes,
I will catch the night,
I will follow blizzards
And make the sunset bright.
I am lured by deserts,
I'm a soul of fights.
Let me rise my swords
To see fantastic sights.

Temen-ni-Gru Revival.
The tower on the hill is sleeping in the rain,
Wet rays of raising sun are slowly marking stones;
And at the tower's feet, between the hollow winds,
You'll see these hills of ancient Beast's bones.
The legend's thorns will scratch your mind again,
Knight Sparda's spirit's calmly calling to your soul,
You quickly grab your sword, shut down doors,
And then you give out strange, blood-freezing howl.
Not yet awakened, go straight to Hell,
To stop the sorcerer's time-holding praying rhymes.
Is it too late to close the book of Deathly Sins,
That summons in the dark the worst of man's true crimes?..
Meeting a brother.
His sincere whisper slowly tears you heart,
He looks at you from high-rise tower beneath.
You feel his glance, it's always aimed at your face;
He takes away your mind and living soul's breathe.
His only thought's about the seven mortal Sins,
Which have been hidden deeply in a secret place.
They slowly drain on the mirror of the Sun,
Enchanting Him with Demon's perfect magic grace.
His curse protects him from the usual windy blows,
And sleeping heart knows nothing but his greed.
He searches for treasures to collect and Legendary powers;
He makes you shake like if your soul's to bleed...
Vergil.
[Let me...]
Let my blood be bowling,
Let me see my fate,
Let me stay forever
Within the darkest gate.
Let me hash the bones,
Let me tear the hearts.
Let me dash in grimness
Of Hell and lying stars.
I will rise from ashes,
I will catch the night,
I will follow blizzards
And make the sunset bright.
I am lured by deserts,
I'm a soul of fights.
Let me rise my swords
To see fantastic sights.