Listen Oh pure Chronicle child, listen to the lamentation of the wind and know, the cup of Judgment is poured full for an entire evil world to drink it empty to the bottom.

See, Oh pure child of Adam, an entire world around you is completely hardened and blind and therefore they are bound in the eternal dark abyss where they will never find the way back to the light.   Smell, Oh pure Saxon child the world-rot beginning to stink everywhere around you, and know that what is decaying there, will never find its way to the eternal protection and life.

Feel, Oh pure remnant-child, feel the vibrations of cataclysms making their way across the earth and know it is the judgment angels cajoling around there while they mutilate everything in their path.

Taste, Oh Covenant child, the taste of victory, drank from your feast-cup and know, it is filled to the brim for you, because you have found your victory path back to the Father-home. So, listen Oh pure Chronicle child to the song of joy of the heaven-wind and know it is Elohim Himself that is invitingly beckoning you closer to Him.