Two hundred years beneath the stone, A child of the vault stands all alone, The world above is ash and dust, A shattered dream, a broken trust. Steel doors open to blinding light, Ruins stretch beyond my sight, Skeleton cities scrape the sky, Ghosts of a world that chose to die. Caps in my pocket, hope in my hand, Searching for answers across the land, Every road tells a different tale, Of survivors fighting not to fail. Through the radiation glow, Past the places no one goes, A voice inside keeps calling me— "There's more than what the wasteland sees." RISE UP FROM THE FALLEN EARTH! FIND OUT WHAT A LIFE IS WORTH! Through the fire and the dust storms blown, I'll carve a path of my own! Across the ruins, through the night, Holding on to what is right, In the shadow of the mushroom cloud, I'll make the wasteland proud! Raiders gather beyond the ridge, Broken souls at the world's edge, Mutants roam where the rivers dried, Monuments to mankind's pride. A radio song cuts through the haze, Echoes from forgotten days, Reminding me what we once were, Before the bombs and endless war. Ashes falling... Sirens calling... History repeating... The old world bleeding... Can a single spark ignite the dark? Can one voice leave a lasting mark? Among the ruins hope survives, In every heart that still fights. RISE UP FROM THE FALLEN EARTH! FIGHT FOR A NEW REBIRTH! From the vault to the wasteland sea, The future belongs to me! Though the old world fades away, We'll build another from the gray, When the dust finally settles down, A new world wears the crown! The signal carries through the night... Across the wasteland... Into the light...
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