With the last crow of the cock, with a big noise. Even before the Red daybreak, Raca comes sneaking to avenge himself. Turned from right to left, betrayed by a Judas-kiss. In the last abomination sermon, where the congregations still suspects nothing, truth lies distorted in the lie, while time is turning to the last page.  

With the first crow of the cock, yes in a big noise. Bone is broken, stabbed into pieces, the flesh begins to become infected. Sown so unthinkingly, the children now have to reap the bitter harvest. In the famine diet, with nothing to eat anymore, the rifle is ready and loaded, with time beyond turning around.

With the last crow of the cock, strange ships sail into our bay. So the evil tongue, forked like a snake, begins to speak blasphemously. The masses are killed and blood lies thick and sticky. The enemy crush and avenge, while children and women plead in vain.

While the cock crows for the last time, in the emblem of the machete and the assegai. The Boer desperately tries to cross over an almost insurmountable cleft, over the last storm water. But the holy sacrifice lies burnt to charcoal and it is too late to turn around.

So the Red daybreak comes, with Raca sneaking to avenge himself bloody. China has turned its face to Africa and everything in Armageddon is mowed down. Therefore listen to the global cry of war and know that Satan has the entire world gripped by the balls. But left is now swung to right, the poor Boer is once again betrayed.