Black Sheep (Sonata Arctica)

In love with the maiden, The flower of winter Lowbrow children, in grove of the inland How many times heart's gone through the grinder Wherever you look there's a painful reminder Singing a love song, words of a stranger The howling miller, never to face her Temple of the evil, Temple of the weak No one knows how bad he feels Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key "Live with the Blacksheep, live with me" Insanity, blessing for those born to hate you Burned by the embers of love, it is so cruel Howling the night, for sun of the midnight Serving the people, condemned you in the eternal night Of the lost song, words of the stranger The howling miller, never to face her