With Babylon exposed to her intestines, the entire world is standing completely mad and evil. Therefore, who is still able to encourage or console the children of God? Set-apart and on one side, small in number, stands the holy offspring and there are few of the pure left, who can still genuinely blush.

Yes, Sion is fragile. She has been hit punch-drunk by a self-destructive Western world, now completely mad and evil. So listen to the song of the pure Angels, brought on a holy chord. It is sung on the pure melody of Truth and Word.

So, now pick a pure, snow white, godly rose for yourself, oh Sion, and rejoice, oh Sealed ones, over noble values, still originating from the good old box. Listen also to the world song, sang on monotonous tone. See the worldling stumbling on, with feet as heavy as lead. Yes, they stumble on towards death in an eternal hell.

For the last time the banks go in accord with the Jew and the beast marks their contract with his abomination foot. Look, he leaves his abomination track worldwide. Babylon weeps. Through her own doing, she sinks her own commercial fleet. The fall of the world economy is enormously big and therefore it brings forth the terrifying Third World War.

So, listen to the march, on the tune of Left and Right, with only the half-breed Oriental still staying with their kind. So the first shot is fired in a death-valley, stretched out in a pitch black terrain between two ridges. In the big war-death of the genocide, the entire world becomes mad and evil. So, who can still encourage or console the last upright ones? Yes, in a world so unimaginable evil.