Oh fire and Sulphur, water and hail, look there is a little nation with a gigantic disease. Darkness is already busy to descend globally but still this volk blasphemes in lie-language, so verbal. Yes, suddenly they now quickly determine that God alone is king, and this is the make-believe totality.

So the self-appointed leaders quickly determine, let us, despite our differences, stand together as one under one umbrella, so that we will not fail in our self-protection. They talk and say: Look, with one God as our common leader, we now stand closer as one flock in one kraal, loyal to God and each other until death.

Therefore listen to the falsehood of the Boer’s lip-language, it sings a “Mason-song” that aims to leave the entire remnant as war-laborers in the tentacles of the Jewish world-order. A song with false words of hope, yes with make-believe words, now suddenly so loyal to God, volk and fatherland.

Oh fire and Sulphur, water and hail, look there is a little volk with a gigantic ego-disease. In distress they suddenly call loudly, God is their king, while every group leader still thinks that he is just the volk-leader, so utterly special and believe me, there are many, because this mindset stretches colonially, while it spirals so poisonously through the entire little volk.

Oh fire and Sulphur, water and hail, there is a little nation with a gigantic leader-disease and because of this disease, in the end the little nation pays dearly with the blood of many compatriots.