Under the cover of moonlight, you made your kill
Invoke the name of your ancient foe to defeat your current ones
My dear Daisy lived a long, flattened life on goat legs and bloodlust longing.
After gutting your enemies, wipe the blood from your hands
A legendary crocodile hunter passed these to you for luck
Imagine its surprise when a croc chomps down on your leg
Swaddle your enemies around the neck
Both hefty and fashionable.
Able to turn a sharp blade.
