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         chorus