THE COLD OF MY ARMOUR MIGHT SHIELD THEE FROM A SUMMERS SCORN.
FINGERS IN GLOVES OF WAR ART NOT FITTED TO GENTLE CARE, BUT I BEG THEE FIND THE LOVE IN MY CLUMSY HANDS
THE COLD OF MY ARMOUR MIGHT SHIELD THEE FROM A SUMMERS SCORN.
FINGERS IN GLOVES OF WAR ART NOT FITTED TO GENTLE CARE, BUT I BEG THEE FIND THE LOVE IN MY CLUMSY HANDS