Templar – Templar, from the smallest hawker to the biggest banker. Behold, your very last hour is also approaching now, written on a very old wall, yes down below there on Salmon’s old temple wall in an underground structure. So a voice calls, asking: who is riding there on the Grey Horse, so proud, straight and dignified and who is storming to meet him on the back of a terrifying blood-red bull? Behold, amidst a tremendous temperature, global war is suddenly here without warning because the thief comes unexpectedly in the night and nobody knows His hour.

Templar – Templar, from the smallest hawker to the biggest trader, behold; so comes your final Mammon-hour and your houses and palaces suddenly are not so very expensive anymore because with your already worthless money and with little stock in the shed, indeed nobody buys anymore but they rather rent and soon the moneyless system is the only trade structure.

Templar – Templar, from the smallest hawker to the biggest banker, for how long were the objects in your Vatican not glazed and decorated with someone else’s gold. Look, there in your library all your abominations and lies are written in ink on paper and therefor your last hour of life also approaches quickly now and a hand is writing relentlessly on your tinsel wall and all the names of your popes, cardinals, bishops and priests are burned there with hydrochloric acid. Hell is an oven with an inhumane temperature and your suffering is an unthinkable eternity that you have to endure.

Templar – Templar from the lowest to the highest structure, yes from pillar to post your kings have sent you to manage all the treasures of the world to their advantage. The church was used to manage their affairs successfully because man is a slavish follower and it is only due to his spineless nature. Therefore the commands of a one-world-order so easily become his life-matrix-culture, with the freemasons sucking on the life-juices thereof like a thirsty vampire. But behold, in the material rebellion of flesh-born angels their opponent lurks as a very dangerous tiger and through a handful (five) of them, the templars are now sent to hell and hades.

Templar – Templar, from the smallest hawker to the biggest banker, you have been bred in bastardisation between Jew and creature and behold, your abomination DNA is never endured before God or in the gathering of the Great I AM. Therefore the hand of the new heavenly prosecutor namely Gabriel now writes your judgment on your own underground temple wall and in the bosom of the earth a tremendous fracture appears and in your last hour of reign a giant earthquake comes, yes before the Gog and Magog begin to stare maliciously at each other for the last battle.

Templar – Templar, from the highest to the lowest structure, so you are now approaching your Judgment and how are you going to endure it. You too, oh Sion – you sluggard – look at the diligent workings of the insignificant little ant now and become wise from it and fill your earthly as well as your heavenly shed. So a big voice calls, only one out of a hundred thousand is accepted and the rest is sent away into the eternal darkness because the time period now quickly approaches its very last hour, with the Red Hand (Judgment) busy writing on the world’s obscure abomination wall.