verse 1 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 verse 2 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 Bridge verse 3 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 Chorus 3 Damned across fated paths The hand he played would be his last Who Am I? 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...