Terra nostra how it calls here   Sucks me dry, sucks me down   Shadows linger, prints of fingers   Disappear into the town   I want to be on the other side of the world      The Sea of Mourning it is waiting   Had its traitors, wants me now   Water lapping, fingers snapping   Disappearing, going down   I want to be on the other side of the world      River Hades, the Tigris, Euphrates   Fingers snapping, jaw slapping   He says, “Calm down.”   “The place you dwell in doesn’t hold you well.”   He says, “Come now.”