Hidden behind the hand of treason, a deadly dagger lurks. There underneath the dark cloud, where the dirty water churns downward, there Satan is always peeking at the holy volk.

So, who will interpret the lie to the Truth? Because the traitor’s dagger is aimed at that one. Secure the Word hits the bullseye, but the Afrikaners stay as blind as a mole.

Look, soon the country will be in disarray and there is madness everywhere. Death takes its toll, while warm blood congeals in the streets.

The rivers become full, with many running up to dry ground.  Everywhere in the streets the stinking excrement is drifting in sewerage, with deadly germs dancing around in it.

Oh where is the cotton and where is the wool? So, save your clothes because also in this industry the heads begin to roll.

There is wild chaos everywhere, but the liberalist keeps on rolling around in the slur of his own mud.

So, save the flour and also the seed, as well as the potato bulb because it is chaos everywhere, and everyone is standing in line for a little bit of diesel or petrol.