In the wasteland's heart, under a leaden sky,
Where the old world lies, and its echoes die,
Steel and concrete bones, whispering tales of yore,
A lone wanderer roams, through the silence of war.



Oh, the war never changes, but the memories stay,
In the ruins of the days, where the brave dare to tread,
Radiation's lullaby, sings the nighted away,
In the land of the lost, the survivor's ballet.


Flourescent signs don't flicker, over streets so bare,
Ghouls in the shadows, with their ghostly glare,
Vaults of secrets deep, where the past is kept,
Dreams of the old world, in the new world's step.


Oh, the war never changes, but the memories stay,
In the ruins of the days, where the brave dare to tread,
Radiation's lullaby, sings the nighted away,
In the land of the lost, the survivor's ballet.

High above the ground, in a tower of might,
Luxury's last stand, 'midst columns of blight,
A choice to be made, by the hands of fate,
To nuke the steel town, or its wrath abate.


Oh, the war never changes, but the memories stay,
In the ruins of the days, where the brave dare to tread,
Radiation's lullaby, sings the nighted away,
In the land of the lost, the survivor's ballet.

The tower's cracked facade, a symbol of fall,
Power and pride, once standing tall,
Now a choice looms large, in the heart's own halls,
Between opulence's grip, and humanity's calls.



Through the ash and dust, a new dawn will rise,
Hope's a stubborn flame, that never dies,
Build, reclaim, survive, let the anthem swell,
In the heart of the fallen, where the free will dwell.


On the ground below, where the steel walls thin,
Lives a town unmarred, by the tower's sin,
Disarm the device, let the people thrive,
Choose the path of peace, keep hope alive.


Oh, the war never changes, but the spirits soar,
On the wings of tomorrow, through the open door,
Radiation's lullaby, hums a hopeful tune,
In the land of the lost, beneath the silver moon.


So let the Geiger click, and the wasteland call,
For the wanderer's path, is the bravest of all,
And the world reborn, from the ashes will claim,
A life less ordinary, in the wasteland impossible to tame.