Bitter-blue, Oh bitter-blue, so the Union Jack was entrusted by Freemasons into the centre of the Orange, White and Blue for our future and God remembered this infidelity, yes He remembered the sins of the fathers in the sons and therefore the brave heroic deeds of the Boer war were folded away in the pitch black mourning band of oblivion.

Bitter-blue Oh bitter-blue, why Oh South Africa is your little Eskom-lamp shining so weakly now, while your churches are pleading and holding their hand out to God in despair, in vain. Behold, the entire world is covertly laughing at you, Oh Boer nation, yes, laughing at the once most brilliant nation that was so utterly stupid to dig a pitch black grave for themselves.     Bitter-blue Oh bitter-blue, in scarlet, seasick gall-green and pitch black never to be trusted, the proud Boer flag of old is folded away for keeps. On mud and iron falling infrastructures are built with crumbling clay for an illusion-future while the English queen triumphantly holds high a very old vengeance in her Union Jack.

Bitter-blue Oh bitter-blue, the promise of a Four-color was never for you Oh liberal enlightened South Africa, because before the world you wanted to show off as the blue bull like a cheap peacock and you failed all your Holy (Set-apart) Covenants and therefore God don’t like you at all and your future looks BLEAK, GREY and GRIZZLY, because He remembers the sins of the freemason-fathers in the children of now.