In fire and flame, prosperity is now completely banned. Yes, there in the last muddy water of the dried-up dam, fertility will not easily flare up again.  

Look, on the bank of the Vaal River a man is standing. He comes from the tribe of Dan. On his side, an archer in the stature of a little San, is standing.

So woe to the song of the volk-troubadour flaring up over the nation. It is a song with a big Freemason plan.

Yes, it comes from England which is longing passionately for the treasures of South Africa again. So woe to the defiant goat ram and woe also to every general rank.

Yes, woe to Edom; look, together with Raca they are banned from the Holy land. Just like the proud Haman, each one of them will have to hang on their own gallows.