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 to 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 paths
The time to fold had come to pass
With The Gambler's glory delivered (delivered, delivered), He had thirst 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 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