Slowly nears the night

Silence fills the air

The afterglow of the fading day - twinkles in magic light

The weapons are silent now

ours is the victory

The darkness of night covers the sight of the fallen on the battlefield

Far from the distance we hear a sound

cathedral bells announce a glorious day

Finally we cross the town

The virgin at our side

The battle is won

joy everywhere

we see an elated crowd

But still there´s something, decreasing her joy and hurting her heart

Her only thought is Why?

Inwardly torn she implores the saints with tears in her eyes

Asking for the reasons WHY