The fire laughed, crackling, while the wind patiently awaited her turn. The ground tore open with a loud bang. And in the depths below, in a deep dark shaft, the realm of death cruelly awaited Korah and his family. Therefore, see the Boervolk now, not considering their God respectfully anymore. Yes, while they so haughtily rely on their own human leader-power.  

Therefore listen to the Moses-song, sung by a child of man. Yes, listen, it is brought on the strings of the wild wind again. The words thereof begin to permeate the entire universe. It goes like this: Woe oh woe, the entire Boervolk is almost completely blind and therefore they are bound in their own haughtiness.

While the Mason-evil ripples outwards, wider and wider around the once chosen volk. The prodigal son struggles to find his way back to the Father Home. Look, a cup filled with Balaam-abominations is overturned, back onto earth, in Judgment. And the song of Moses is victoriously sung against all the enemies of God.

The fire laughed, crackling, while the drought patiently awaited the floodwaters. A gigantic earth-plate fell with a loud bang. It was the sign of the incense in the pan, yes, for which the chosen ones have been waiting for so long. In the depths there far below, in a pitch-black shaft, Heylel in Hades is awaiting the fall of the leaders of the earth, grimacing.