In the withered claw of the deceased but still living Crow, accurately turned towards the South. Yes, there where the Boer-nation can only betray each other in strife and discord for thirty useless brown thrown-away cents. Yes, in that once beautiful but now disfigured land, the Newborn Pure Child of Revelation is bathed in nation-blood.

The Crow flies over Orania at tremendous speed. He squawks and calls: Oh what strange, evil estate, soon just a useless mud trench. Yes, he calls, just look at the strange group, there in their meetings where they greet each other with the Freemason handshake. They abuse their own blood in the slavery of the young, outcast Afrikaner troop.

A deceased spirit is sitting on a porch. On his head, he is wearing an English round top hat. And in the stench of an old deceased Boshoff-fart, an unexpected darkness descends on Orania’s red morning glow. The Crow sweeps over it with a tremendous, vengeful speed and he calls his mate who would pay for his life under their bullets.

Behold, after the unexpected Orange-flood there comes a drought which is going to rage destructively. The wheat becomes scarce and the wine frugal. The land lies red under the vengeful call of the crow. Who could imagine that Jacob had so much blood and who could suspect that Edom, in Freemasonry, would pay with his life together with Raca.

Yes, after a quick, unexpected flood there will be a grueling drought and it breaks the last farmer, the Boere’s courage. The crow flies over Orania and he squawks maliciously while he calls: Oh what strange, disfigured little estate. Behold, a Turkey and a Lapwing is sitting together around one table so intimately. Therefore, GOD HIMSELF will visit the entire country with His Ban. Look, for long enough the Satanic world-order has visited Him through their Boer-pawns, yes in the form of Hanskakies (renegades), in Freemasonry.

In the withered claw of the deceased but still living Crow, turned accurately towards the South. Yes, there where the Boer nation can betray each other in strife and discord for not even thirty useless brown cents. In that country, the Pure New Child of Revelation is bathed in Boer-blood for the New Period.