[Tony Kakko]
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
[chorus]
Sonata Arctica - Black Sheep Lyrics
Sonata Arctica - Black Sheep Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
[Tony Kakko]
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
[chorus]
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
[chorus]
Writer: DANIEL D DARST, ROBERT ALTMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC