While the ostensibly harmless mole snake slowly squashes its prey until it is dead, the night-adder slithers closer with its split lip, while the poison drips from its equally split tongue. But in the black Mamba’s deadly bite, there lurks the true death-terror and it is too late for the fool to try to crush the snake’s head with a stone.

So the powerless scare is now lurking in the black darkness of South Africa’s politics and the prey, yes the poor white man is caught in a one-world order’s well-planned evil trap. Look, through a lie-scripture the church, the ally of politics, has set a trap for its utterly stupid congregation members and the deadly fruit thereof is now plucked and the innocent now suffer under this.

So lift the poison cup oh Boervolk and begin to swallow your own apathy because the deadly black Mamba now lifts its head and is ready to bite you anyway. The whip cracks incessantly over the white slave’s back and he is suffering under an utterly heavy yoke and there is nowhere to escape because the West is now punished by God Himself for her abomination lechery.

But still there is the terrified liberalist, for the last time he runs to snitch on his own kind, yes in order to try to save his own skin, yes in this way to arrange for his own safety. But look, he is the first to be bitten by the deadly Adder and the snow-white milk now quickly turns sour and thick, while the cream is separating from the whey.

So, however you weigh the pros and cons, you cursed liberalist, know that it is only the living God that will determine your lot. But you, oh Sion and Jerusalem, do not have to fear the scare that slithers around in the darkness because precisely through the treason the black Mamba now becomes utterly clumsy and heavy, in order to lazily escape in its winter sleep.

In this period the chosen ones begin to once again lift their heads in hope and faith up to heaven and look, there above the small but holy lager, yes in the bright new morning light, there the same angels that would once conquer and settle the case of their forefathers at Blood River, there that same angels are smiling.