♫ When Death went down to the river
And He came to fall; to lose it all
To fool the fool too quick to callWhile the gambler’s stacks grew bigger
He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes
Too tempted by his wry desires ♫
‘ ‘Tis a fool that seeks to outbid death, for death holds all the cards. ’
Legend tells of a man who challenged Death itself to a gambler’s game of cards. With an aptitude of risking all, his confidence grew as he found himself beating death at its own game. He had all the chips.
But the more one feels in control of their life and mortality, the more they simply fall into the clutches of Death. They play right into the trap.
♫ Damned across fated path
The time to fold had come to passWith the gambler’s glory delivered
He had thirst for more; a bigger score
A trophy no one could ignoreAnd Death’s wealth had withered
So with cunning class, he offered fast
His soul; the wager had been cast ♫
His greed saw him thirst for more. The opportunity to cheat death, to claim its soul. What he never saw was that the chips he was gambling was HIS own soul. He was gambling his livelihood against his own eternity. That no matter what the cards read, he would lose.
So when the river turned and the cards fell, it was HIS soul that was lost. A gambler’s game – hooked, baited and cheated into Death’s bluff. For in this game, mi amigos, Death always holds all the cards.
Even when it seems that you’re cheating Death… Death is the house, and in the song of eternity, the house always wins.
♫ The gambler called, the river fell
And now the hand from out of hellThen Death smiled, looked in his eyes
He knew the loss was glorifiedDamned across fated paths
The hand he played would be his last ♫
You’ve been playing the game for a while now, mi amigo Destructo Boy. Even as a young boy, you sat down at the table and played your cards. A fire that should have claimed your life, a mother lost and a father burned beyond recognition.
There’s a part of you that gambled Death that day. Yet instead of counting your winnings and walking away from the table, you sought the one thing that Death still had over you.
Vengeance.
The thirst for answers your ultimate gamble, your soul gambled for a taste of that vengeance. A hero’s quest that will ultimately be your last hand. But what you fail to see in your foolish gambler’s quest is that no matter how much you play the game, you can never win it.
You may play the cards but you do not control the game. As confident as you are, you never have. When the chips fall inside the Fortuna at Casino Chaos, you will go all in… For that is your nature.
But remember this, Death holds all the cards. When the river falls, La muerte viene por ti, Death comes for you.