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, tempetation 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