Torn down factories   Backdrop for forgotten times   The changing seasons   Progression in a wake of stones      Tear the thorn from our side   Pull the nails from the wrists of decay   Crown the poor man in the street   Hate breeds suffering      The raging cold   Memories of the past collide   The vision stands   The touch of flesh and bone      Tear the thorn from our side   Pull the nails from the wrists of decay   Crown the poor man in the street   Hate breeds suffering      Stare into the face of unrest   Blind within, hate breeds suffering   Stare into the pain of promise   Blind within, hate breeds suffering      Existence of conflict within our lives   Reflections grasp the concept before we die      Hate breeds suffering   Hate breeds suffering      Hate breeds suffering   Hate breeds suffering