In the land of Crait, where the earth runs red, A Mandalorian Oath Skull, a tale to be spread.
Carved and molded, with warriors' creed, This is the way, for those who lead.
From the blood oath's essence, its hue is born, A symbol of honor, never to be torn.
For every warrior, a must-have plan,
In Wylie's craft, where legends began.
A replica of bone, with stories to tell,
Resin-made, where Mandalorians dwell.
In Zane Wylie's hands, where creations swell, A skull of valor, where destinies gel.
