A call of arm, attention, and salute
while a crowd gathers the streets of pollute.
The ceremony of honour awaits to begin;
Discipline and Sacrifice are the only sin.

The bell resounds, the Commander stands,
a booming voice, a silence he commands.
Beginning with honor, duty, and service,
only those of the 'Guard who are not worthless.

Standing firm, he speaks of the Ordeals,
Being careful on what he reveals.
Not mentioning the path that was followed;
A task the knight will want to have wallowed.

Having spoken of the duty that once was,
He begins speaking of the cause.
Asking the first, of no impartial,
"What is that, which makes a Death Marshal?"

"Duty, Obedience, Strength, and above all, Discipline!"
The knight resounds without disruption,
"And discipline is that which empower us;
Into the battle we go forth without fuss."

With the sword the Commander wields,
He thrusts deep into the heart that yields.
Falling lifelessly upon the ground,
and rising undead, the Lich Marshal is crowned.