The Dear Hunter - The Most Cursed of Hands / Who Am I lyrics
[The Dear Hunter - The Most Cursed of Hands / Who Am I lyrics]
The devil went down to the 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
He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes
Too tempted by his wry desires
Damned across fated paths
The time to fold had come to pass
With gambler's glory delivered
He had thirst for more a bigger score
A trophy no one could ignore
And the devil's wealth had 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 in 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?
Hey! It can't remain unknown
And he came to fall to lose it all
To fool the fool too quick to call
While the gambler's stacks grew bigger
He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes
Too tempted by his wry desires
Damned across fated paths
The time to fold had come to pass
With gambler's glory delivered
He had thirst for more a bigger score
A trophy no one could ignore
And the devil's wealth had 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 in 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?
Hey! It can't remain unknown