My Mourning Clothes

Oh, what god is this, who with narrow eyes
Dares to curse you from the skies
I am, I'm your black doorman
I am, I'm your high command
The gods don't know, but the goddess understands
No, the men don't know, but their wives understand
I know your truth
I know your crime
Your body moves
I taste your wine
A kiss of fire, my heart explodes
With the darker signs, my mourning clothes
The men don't know, but the little girls understand
The men don't know, but their Wives understand
She walks the night on violent whispers ravishing
The moon-drunk cities
Passion and restraint are at war within me
If I can't take you tonight, it's the death of me
The men don't know, but the little girls understand
Oh, the men don't know, but their wives understand
The wolves don't know, but the goddess understands
The men don't know, but the goddess understands
You call me when fortune weeps
When life is cold and full of grief
You are my saint, you are my girl
I'd tear apart the underworld
I'll charm the dead, I'll charm the shades
I'll bring you back from darkest hades
My angel child, whom earth consumed
I'll raise you till your flower blooms
Sacred night falls on our bed
Nature's wild, there is no dread
Her body cries inside the steam
Her flesh reveals a siren's scream
I slide my hands further south
Her wide parted lips taste just like her mouth
The men don't know, but the little girls understand
The fathers don't know, but their daughters understand
The men don't know, but their wives understand
No, the gods don't know, but the lion understands
I lick your wounds
I lick your wounds, babe...