Lyrics:

In love with the maiden, The flower of winterLowbrow children, in grove of the inlandHow many times heart's gone thru the grinderwherever you look there's a painful reminderSinging a love song, words of a strangerThe howling miller, never to face herTemple of the evil, Temple of the weakno one knows how bad he feelsLate-night innuendo, tempetation of the key\'Live with the Blacksheep, live with me\'Insanity, blessing for those born to hate youBurned by the embers of love, it is so cruelHowling the night, for sun of the midnightServing the people, condemned you in the eternal nightof the lost song, words of the strangerThe howling miller, never to face her[chorus]
Sonata Arctica Black Sheep