(Best accompanied by musicians with horns and drums, ideally imported from the north and given a lacquer of blu paint. A somber march breaks into a raucous cacophony with the first "Up the Heights!" and maintains throughout)

Oh, ahead the road is steep,
We feel it climb 'neath our feet.
In the valley below, lowlander's bleat,
We leave them there to rot and reek.

Up the heights! Up the heights!
Anyway forward! Up the Heights!
By our Might! By our Might!
None shall ward our way, up the heights!

Lo! Like a wave, we spill forth,
To take from land all that it's worth.
Inheirit the good from the bone dry earth,
Dump in the sea, what a tasty broth!

Up the heights! Up the heights!
Anyway forward! Up the Heights!
By our Might! By our Might!
None shall ward our way, up the heights!

Whe'er we go, there are vengeance is,
Dealing out pain to e'ery nemisis.
Our consortium of foes feared to paresis,
Broken on our wheel; extreme prejudice.

Up the heights! Up the heights!
Anyway forward! Up the Heights!
By our Might! By our Might!
None shall ward our way, up the heights!

Welcome those left to our boastful revel,
Our mountain peaks are now sea level.
An epicurean age, free of sworn devils,
Ushered in by ententes scribbled in trebble.

Up the heights! Up the heights!
Anyway forward! Up the Heights!
By our Might! By our Might!
None shall ward our way, up the heights!

Heights! Heights!
Way! Forward! Heights!
Might! Might!
Ward! Way! Heights!

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 987 AF.