Echoes in Hardstyle

The eye cannot see it

Words cannot name it

Flesh and blood cannot touch it

The ear cannot hear it

But the soul that which is most fair

Most pure, most intelligible, most ethereal

Can contemplate it

What we do, echoes in Hardstyle

Our souls gaze up at the pure light

We forget the troubles and sorrows of earth

And submit to the guidance of reason

On our journey through sound

We feel our community better

And when we reach that particular moment

We finally hear it

What we do, echoes in Hardstyle

Echoes in Hardstyle

Echoes in Hardstyle