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