There used to be nights that burned The flames soared high like a lighthouse You just said that this world is full of deceit Even the green leaves harbor treachery Even the bends of the river harbor darkness   Now the nights are so dark and long I don't know in what name any prayer is thrown A lump by a lump goes into God's pocket Who knows all prayers before raised up The double-edged sword stuck in the ridge   There used to be nights that burned The flames rose high like a lighthouse You took old stories from the pieces of the night Strings of stories that can strengthen the heart Open yourself, hands will no longer droop