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 thru 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 to eternal night
of the lost song, words of the 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
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
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
