Songtext von Black Sheep

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