Put in chaines the poor girl suffered

And the duke creates his plans

He send Franziskus the old Monk,

So she would learn about her fate



[Monk:] "The lord`s not master of his temper

He will kill your father, kill your man

Give in, I plead you, or he`ll make it true!"

[Girl:] "Oh, Franziskus, I can`t do it

Been so happy but it faded

I love my father

I love my man

I will be faithful, whatever will come!"



Beeing told her decision

[The lord explodes:] "She lived to die, now it will be!"