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 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