There are few who deny
At what I play I am the best,
For my skills are renowned far and wide.
When it comes to gambling torture
On the bloodmoon night
I force them insane, poisoning them inside!
With just one round
Of poker, the 'Maren way,
I have sent the calmest dreamer 'round the bend…
With a maniacal laugh,
And an insane grin,
I've created a new prisoner who's old life ends!
Yet year after year
It's no longer entertaining,
And my joy of the torment
Is slowly waning…
And I, JACKLE…THE GAMBLING KING,
Have grown so tired of the same old thing…
Deep down, inside my black shell,
My heaven's slowly turning to…heck…
I know there's something different out there,
But leave, alas, I'd ne-ever dare…
I'm the master of Cards and a 'Maren of dark,
And I'll find you and twist you to a slave!..
To gamble with me, as any can see,
Would be a mistake so VERY grave!…
My limbs are long dead, so I can take off my head,
And throw it to haunt you without rest!…
Dreamer or not, you'll SOON be the rot,
Of what you were before I found you best!…
But who, in this place, can ever understand,
That the Gambling King with his deck of Cards,
Would tire of his burden, If they only understood
He'd give it all away, if only he could...
I feel so cold, and empty these days,
The fear I cause just saddens my way…
Oh how I wish to see what's out there,
But Wizeman keeps, me chained up in…here…