Axtklinge:
�?oEast from the lands of our glorious Empire,
Beyond the grim Mountains of World�?Ts Edge,
Lies a place of desolation �?" plain, wide and blight,
Where unimaginable evil thrives in plain sight.
In these scorched and soiled lands,
Without the holy blessings of Sigmar,
Lives an abominable and accursed race,
Reigning in blasphemy, for all our souls disgrace.
Short and broad and bearded like a dwarf would be,
Black is their blood and souls - blackest could not be,
At their will - metal and fire and daemons - all bend,
Pray to the Emperor and Sigmar’s strength to save us, for they may be our end.�?�
Tales from Ostermark Vol. II,
by Theodricus Hausfoog (Altdorf University Library, 2533)