With marked eye
And a sparkling forehead
The bold letters reveal it all
The planet will be cursed
"O my friends come to me!
I am your lord!"
The apocalypse is near now
In the age of Dajjal
Forty days of blackened spells
One like a year
One like month
One like a week
Siege, death and destruction
And Miracles are reborn
To tempt the masses
When the prayers die
"O my friends come to me!
I am your lord!"
The apocalypse is near now
In the age of Dajjal
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