No Use For A Name

51 days without a trace or an indication
That his god would soon be here
T o take them all away
Waiting for the final day and for the god,
who never came
They all ended en ended up in flames
Moved by the power of a charming leader
With the love of god and the hatred of humanity
led to a place where he could hide and lead
The blind only to find tradegdy
Having his way with all the women
Cause his death would soon be here
Living his life in a dream
85 people, 23 children and a lot of them we're his
His to the end, never be free
Moved by the power of a charming leader
With the love of god and the hatred of humanity
led to a place where he could hide and lead
The blind only to make, and believe
He promised them eternal life
If they'd walk into a fire
Now we see the charred remains
Apocalyptic funeral pyre
I guess he got wath he desired
All in 51 days