Текст песни The Most Cursed of Hands / Who Am I - The Dear Hunter
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
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
The
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,
hey
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?
Hey,
it
can't
remain
unknown
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