Текст песни 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