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 poorman on the street

Hate breeds suffering



The raging cold

memories of the past collide

the vision stands

The touch of flesh and bone



Stare in to the face of unrest

Blind within - hate breeds suffering

Stare into the pain of promise

Blind within - hate breeds suffering



This existence - is a conflict - within

our lives

Sad reflections - grasp the concept

Before we die



Hate breeds suffering

Hate breeds suffering.