In the dim-lit halls where fortunes spin,
The Nexus Casino holds its sin,
A world where shadows cloak desire,
And fate is cast by a gambler’s fire.
The Nexus Casino holds its sin,
A world where shadows cloak desire,
And fate is cast by a gambler’s fire.
Anya, the Geisha with eyes aflame,
A showgirl wild, a whispered name,
A flame-haired siren, gliding through,
Her heart beats solely for one—The Rooster, her truth.
A showgirl wild, a whispered name,
A flame-haired siren, gliding through,
Her heart beats solely for one—The Rooster, her truth.
She dances beneath the smoky haze,
In swirls of silk and sultry gaze,
The tables churn with restless glee,
But there lies a secret, for few to see.
In swirls of silk and sultry gaze,
The tables churn with restless glee,
But there lies a secret, for few to see.
A crime lord bold, in power’s seat,
His games of chance, a ruthless feat,
In his greed, he tarnished the floor,
A storm within the dragon’s core.
His games of chance, a ruthless feat,
In his greed, he tarnished the floor,
A storm within the dragon’s core.
Anya, with grace, receives her call,
A psychic dagger to end it all,
She sways and beckons with rhythm sweet,
To the dragon's den, she leads deceit.
A psychic dagger to end it all,
She sways and beckons with rhythm sweet,
To the dragon's den, she leads deceit.
Her dance is a lure, seductive, grand,
Drawing him into the devil's hand,
In the chamber where shadows bind,
The crime lord meets a fate unkind.
Drawing him into the devil's hand,
In the chamber where shadows bind,
The crime lord meets a fate unkind.
The dagger’s kiss, swift as night,
Anya's strike, a precise flight,
In the echo of a silenced scream,
Justice waltzes in the dragon's dream.
Anya's strike, a precise flight,
In the echo of a silenced scream,
Justice waltzes in the dragon's dream.
By Shenglong’s side, she takes her place,
A guardian in the dragon’s grace,
Eyes like embers, fierce and bright,
A watchful sentinel through the night.
A guardian in the dragon’s grace,
Eyes like embers, fierce and bright,
A watchful sentinel through the night.
To those who seek to cross the line,
To mar the rhythm, distort the rhyme,
Beware the dance that weaves your doom,
For in the dragon's world, there's little room.
To mar the rhythm, distort the rhyme,
Beware the dance that weaves your doom,
For in the dragon's world, there's little room.
The Scarlet Dagger’s tale is spun,
A warning to those who think they've won,
Respect the balance, honor the night,
Or face the flame of the dragon’s might.
A warning to those who think they've won,
Respect the balance, honor the night,
Or face the flame of the dragon’s might.