A loss of hope, in darkest night.

(Verse 1) Bound by toil, a weary soul, The weight of want, a heavy toll. A knight of cups, with heart aflame, Seeks solace, to ease his pain. (Chorus) Seven swords, a cunning art, A stolen victory, a broken heart. Five cups spilled, a mournful sight, A loss of hope, in darkest night. (Verse 2) A judgment dawns, a reckoning near, A chance for change, dispelling fear. The knight awakens, a new day's birth, Rising from the ashes, renewed on earth. (Chorus) Seven swords, a cunning art, A stolen victory, a broken heart. Five cups spilled, a mournful sight, A loss of hope, in darkest night. (Bridge) Through trials and tribulations, he'll find his way, A phoenix rising, a brighter day. With newfound strength, he'll face the test, And claim his destiny, among the rest. (Chorus) Seven swords, a cunning art, A stolen victory, a broken heart. Five cups spilled, a mournful sight, A loss of hope, in darkest night. (Outro) But from the ashes, a new hope's born, A chance to heal, a lesson learned. The knight of cups, no longer lost, Embraces the future, at any cost.