In your lord-lord song, you oh Boervolk, have nothing to offer Me. So, listen to the cutting noise of the “panga” and the whistling of bullets flying around wildly and know it is too late to deepen your false prayer oh volk. Oh arrogant volk, you thought that you can order Me your God around so easily according to your needs.

One day you are so liberal, oh abomination volk, yes left, and the next day you suddenly swing right, so conservative. In your love for Me you were very lukewarm, so utterly passive. But you love your entertainment- and rugby sport god so exceedingly much. Therefore let your idols help you in your need, because in your lord-lord song you oh Afrikaner volk has absolutely nothing to offer Me.

Your altar was and is a barbeque fire and drunk you have stared so lovingly into your brandy or beer glass. Also at your church bazaar your tendency was towards the latest world trend and in this the church management fired you up fervently. Yes, under church and false prophet you called “we are all one” so easily and now you stand before your dark brother’s machete and gunfire. You call: lord-lord, come and save me, Your miracle child, look I am standing here and suddenly such an abomination thing wants to rub shoulders with Me so presumptuously.

But in your lord-lord song this Afrikaner volk has nothing to offer Me. So save yourself the trouble and the accompanying inconvenience. Look, around every corner and turn awaits a “savior in a brown suit” to send your from pillar to post, in madness, terrified, in splinter groups. Yes, there where you are going to gather under so many different leaders in splinter groups, there the spirit of discord will rage among you, unprecedented.

The most loyal brother will betray his best mate and comrade so easily and this only for a single cigarette or a cheap beer. In your lord-lord song you have nothing to offer Me oh abomination Afrikaner volk. First you sang peace-peace and there was no peace because your enemy has always been aggressive and now you sing lord-lord please help us.

But I only feel negative about you, therefore I send the obstacle and great discomfort, so that mother and daughter, father and son, neighbor and friend, will perish in Raca’s bloody feasting. Behold, soon the hour comes and it is your day oh rejected volk, in God’s refinement fire and the dirty silver is cast into the mud as waste. Therefore know, oh Afrikaner volk, in your lord-lord song you have nothing to give Me as love-offering.