Ill-forgotten are the beasts that roam the wilds of Warhammer battlefields

8-legged predators snatch injured warriors

Warm-blooded meals that will feed thousands of offspring

Carried into caves and nests

Their flesh will decompose into slushy nectar and then cleaned to the bone

These giants are thought by some to be the topic of fables

Yet the piles of bones and armor are all too real

And the eerie crunch that echoes through the caverns

Some creatures ambush with a mountain of muscle and fur

And jaws that can crush an iron shield

And a roar that will rattle your frame to the core