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 
 
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" 
 
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" 
 
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"