As it is chiseled by Kozgugore and Rehbande on a stone on a hill just west of Razor Hill, near a tree overlooking the lands of Durotar. On behalf of the tribe...
Born to unite old and young,
ways of the orcs long forgotten,
in her heart the honour lives.
Daughter of a traitor,
raised on the streets,
yet orcish honour stands strong.
Strength to unite
orcs in the new world,
fulfilling the wish of Thrall.
From all clans they came,
orcs dispersed and seeking
strength as one through unity.
Building a tribe of orcs,
strong and brave,
on traditions and ancestral honour.
Through battles with humans,
the ones that enslave,
vowing to keep the orcs free.
Always prepared to defend
what is hers and her tribe,
standing tall on dorfskull mountain.
Underneath the depts of Draenor,
the Wolfking’s warmask,
marking her reborn yet tainted.
Too hard to break,
born with a heart of honour,
a sacrifice for the tribe.
Hear the call of the Matriarch,
Redblade musters the warriors,
Redblade calls you to stand up!
The blood is the pack.
The pack is the entity.
For the Blood of the Tribe!