The orks plague the galaxy from end to end with their ceaseless warring and strife. They are a race rooted so deeply in war that peace is utterly incomprehensible to them. They cannot be bargained with or bought save with weapons that they will inevitably turn against those who tried to bribe them. I pray with all my faith that some great catastrophe will annihilate them but I fear that ultimately it is they, not we, who will rule the galaxy.

Xanthius, High Lord of Terra

'Ere We Go

We orkz by free roamin' solz,

Across da galaxy we roam.

When humie gitz hear orky criez,

Dey run off for home.

...

Even if we're beatin' back,

We always come for mor'.

We beat da pinkies black un' blue,

And continue on wiv waaaghh!

...

We waaaghh against the greyskins,

We relish in dere howls.

We waaaghh against the smelly eldar,

Dem gitz with odours foul.

...

And as our waaaghh continues,

As our boyz grow in number.

As proper orkz we squabble over,

Who gets share of plunder.

...

Countin' be for panzies though,

So we orkz go seperate wayz.

Dem weaklins think dey got respite,

But we cum back one day.

A/N

Admittedly a bit of a stretch, what with orks writing such long winded poetry. Also didn't realize how hard intentional poor spelling could be until this point either.

Update (2011-08-10): Corrected spelling of "waaagh."