The Most Cursed Of Hands / Who Am I

The Devil went down to the river (river, river)

And He came to fall, to lose it all

To fool the fool too quick to call

While the gambler's stacks grew bigger (bigger, bigger)

He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes

Too tempted by his wry desires

Damned across fated path

The time to fold had come to pass

With the gambler's glory delivered (delivered, delivered)

He had thirsted for more, a bigger score

A trophy no one could ignore

And the devil's wealth had withered (withered, withered)

So with cunning class, he offered fast

His soul, the wager had been cast

The gambler called, the river fell

And now the hand from out of hell

The Devil smiled, looked in his eyes

He knew the loss was glorified

The Devil said: Revel in your victory

You've earned your damning

Pack your things and leave

But the gambler only stood and stuttered

Stammering on words of disbelief

Now you've won a new vocation

Pray to me that you can stand the heat

And that, the gambler saw

Meant he had gone and finally set the devil free

Damned across fated paths

The hand he played would be his last

Who am I? Who am I?

Just a gambler, holding aces in the Devil's eyes

What is wrong? What's the sin?

Where's the answer? Where the hell do I fit in?

Or could it be, there's just a little demon lost in the debris

And I, should idly bide my time

Until a wager releases me?

It can't remain unknown