Is It Cold Beneath the Hill?

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