Is it cold beneath the hill? Rest easy You’re counted Do your empty eyes Do they still fill With the old griefs? With your anger and your pain? For so long We’ve been haunted The time is now And not again To prove to you You’re counted Was it cold in those small rooms Where your deaths were invented? Every whisper, every scream Etched the air Now the doors are opening And the sunlight it is daunting ‘Cause the time is now And not again To prove to you You’re counted Oh, was it cold in sun and rain? When your lives fell uncounted Did it seem we never would, never would, never would Reap the debt we had planted? Now the time has come at last That your dead ones have granted Ah, the time is now And not again To prove to you That you’re counted