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

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