The Dignified
Creation of undying,
The old gods even fear
The tools of Azeroth that all shall hear
Yet most know their name it not be of fear
The kindest of hearts they hold dear
Weapons in hands, comrades by sides
They stay their fear and cleave the legion to their knees
They band together and aid all those in need
All know the name, the legion come to fear
Welcome to the Dignified
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