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Oh, raise the flag, the once holy flag. Highly esteemed by so many brave generations. Before which so many brave heroes would stand in deep awe. After which their descendants would bow respectfully before the world power.

Oh, raise the flag, the once holy flag. There in the Southern Land of beautiful pure splendour. In that country where a God-volk no longer respect or esteem themselves. In that land, now a murky dark night. There, Raka hunts them down hatefully. This, while they openly rape their daughters.

Oh, raise the flag, the once sacred flag. Yes, raise the pure flag before God, and lay before Him the complaint. Look, the enemy lays claim to our inheritance-land. While no one in the whole wide world softens the heart about us, the Boer yearns for his freedom again.

Hoist the flag, the ever so holy, pure white flag. Yes, so that we again despise the mixed race, to the deepest depth of our soul. Therefore, O God, teach our children to laugh exuberantly again. So, therefore raise the flag, our once precious sacred flag