"Fifteen Orks on a dead man’s hulk,

Lookin’ down the barrel of a gun,

Gruntin’ to each other

through big, sharp teeth,

Sayin’ “This one’ll give us some fun”

Fourteen Orks on a humie’s ship,

Killin’ anything that isn’t green,

Gruntin’ to each other

through big, sharp teeth,

Sayin’ “Times be getting’ lean”

Thirteen Orks with the Captain’s chest,

Hopin’ to quench their greedy thirst,

Gruntin’ to each other

through big, sharp teeth

Sayin’ “I was da wun dat saw it first”

One lone Ork left to steal the loot,

Wishin’ it hadn’t turned out so,

Gruntin’ to itself

through big, sharp teeth

Sayin’ “I shoulda let the pilot go”

- Traditional shipmens’ song from the Cyclops Cluster"