There where the remnant of the noble chronicle struggles forward with effort, yes, on land coloured by terror and blood, in a very old dimension a new door of faith now opens again and the prey begins to tear its hunter to pieces in anger.

Once upon a time creaking ox-wagons pushed forward with effort over rock faces and ravines and a once young iron-nation did not take much notice of all the dangers and they wept little over what was left behind, because their future-path was fragranced by determined faith and coloured in adventure.

In a bloody war where the English queen wanted to control Africa’s treasures, while the ‘mighty’ England would damage Boer-women and children in concentration camps, already an entire world did not protest against this injustice and the West turned their eyes away from the sorrow of his blood-brother.     But God remembered the Covenant between Him and Jacob forged long ago and so it becomes time for a small pure remnant, yes the chosen ones, to return to Him, because the East and the West, the Gog and the Magog are already standing ready, armed for the battle of Armageddon.     The White-mane-Lion is peacefully grazing with a new-born lamb next to Him, equipped with iron teeth that do not step back for anything or anyone, while he aggressively lacerates everything in his path and from a snow-white banner blood drips and everything pure and unique begins to praise and honour Elohim again. While four riders, yes the archangels on the four horses of Revelation proclaim a justified ban in the glow of a Green Burning Bush.       There where the last remnant of the pure chronicle pushes forward with effort like an insignificant shelter in the end time wind, yes on land coloured in blood by terror, from the Highest Heaven Dimension a door opens and the Jacob’s ladder descends down again and everything pure begins to honour their Only El again, yes, with the prey that now angrily tears his hunter into pieces.