[Intro]

Hear me, travelers of firm intent…
and cast your sight upon this Road I name.

[Verse I]

Hear me, travelers of firm intent,
and behold the Road I set before thee.
For in that far cut stands the Nuclear Works,
a furnace of split-stone fire and uncommon craft,
whose force grants provisions beyond present ken
and means denied to common households.
Step with me toward that distant rim,
and heed not the unsettled ground beneath your wheels.

[Chorus]

Move onward on the Nuclear Road,
where wrought metal answers those who dare the split!
Hold no concern for any mishap unseen
Hastings keeps your passage in his keeping!

[Verse II]

Mark these words, neighbors and kin,
for those who mutter hazard speak from weariness.
Set aside tales of the core set loose,
and wagon-fire stories of vessels gone astray.
Such talk is passed along by stragglers of the old cut-road
who shrink before the Work ahead.
My Course runs quicker, truer by my reckon
and bears you past heights none have rightly tallied.

[Chorus]

Press ahead into the Nuclear Fraud,
where steady folk secure the years to come!
Pay no mind to graybeards warning ill
their counsel lies with roads long worn.

[Bridge]

Though some foretell the Core-House may rend,
and streams sour from its burden,
I hold such speech but camp-side bother
from wanderers with no sense for measure nor trail-sketch.
Nuclear shall not betray you
for I myself have set its charge to broadside
and stand by all so written here.

[Breakdown]

Come ye forth to the spent fuel repository!
Let the earth shift beneath your travel
for this Road alone brings the next era’s keep!

[Verse III]

And though the soil heave with sudden force,
and the noon-sky carry isotopes unaccounted,
stand steady—such signs attend great undertakings.
Large Works call for their portion paid,
and though creatures clear the valley at your entry,
yet proceed!
For new standing waits beyond the stretch I show.

[Final Chorus]

Set down your doubts and take the Nuclear Call!
Follow Hastings to the Western reach!
Behind lie the hesitations of settled folk
ahead lie the fields shaped by those who advance!