"We're not Iron Maiden and we're not from England / We are Sonata and we come from Finland"
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