[Verse 1]

One hundred hands reversed the law,
A phase once set now put on pause.
They claimed the grid could not endure,
And fed the myth of power pure.
The fuel was buried, not the plan
It only waits for votes to stand.

[Verse 2]

From Mol they stacked the vessels deep,
Tihange ran long, Doel did not sleep.
No chant was sung, no grave was raised,
Just softer lights in western bays.
A farmer passed through fields unclaimed,
No one asked what wasn't named.

[Chorus]

Nuclear Belgium, hear the ground,
Not a soul to turn it down.
Nuclear Belgium, sold as clean,
Ballots cast, the elite's decree.
Nuclear Belgium, built to last
But the river learns too fast.

[Verse 3]

They wrote it down in twenty-three,
Then turned the page before the plea.
The pause they pitched became a door,
A lease renewed without a floor.
The mask was spun in policy,
But no one asked the river's fee.

[Chorus]

Nuclear Belgium, hear the ground,
Not a soul to turn it down.
Nuclear Belgium, sold as clean,
Ballots cast, the elite's decree.
Nuclear Belgium, built to last
But the river learns too fast.

[Verse 4]

Now tell the child in Mol today,
What steams beneath the concrete bays.
Dessel’s drums in tumuli lie,
And Nete carries what we weigh.
The wind from Flanders bends its back
The scaffold stands, but none look back.

[Chorus]

Nuclear Belgium, hear the ground,
Not a soul to turn it down.
Nuclear Belgium, sold as clean,
Ballots cast, the elite's decree.
Nuclear Belgium, built to last
But the river learns too fast.