Pain... Agony... My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last... The whole of Azeroth will break... And all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings

All who walk the blessed path will find salvation, even in death.

Out of darkness, these blades will light our way.

Glory and honor guide our ascension.

On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons.

The true devotee honors our name with actions, not words.

Victory is secured not from the throne, but from the frontlines.

With this sacrament of blood we journey into the divine beyond.