Sangtekst: Kataklysm. Epic: The Poetry Of War. What We Endure.

A decade in the making, ten years born through anger
From fantasy to reality and into the mind

Prospered and fallen
We've open doors that seem forever closed

Northern Hyperblast, Legions worldwide
Loyal to the sounds of devastation

We've walked through the mystical gate
Into the magic of sorcery
We've entered the temple of knowledge
Just to fall victim of this fallen world

Reborn through the prophecy
Prepare for this epic stand

The fire burns in our heart
There's no fear for the originators
Of the light speed blast
Underground bound

What we've endured, the ups, the downs
What we've endured, and all the shit that's in between
What we endured, the criticism
What we've endured, and no recognition
What we've endured, for being extreme

Do you understand, do you?
Do you understand who we are?

What we've endured, the ups, the downs
What we've endured, and all the shit that's in between
What we endured, the criticism
What we've endured, and no recognition
What we've endured, for being extreme

We would do it all over again
Because you're the reason we exist