Sonata Arctica - Black Sheep lyrics

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