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I Touched The Stone, And waited, Then I Heard Miraak's Chant. Nice Poety Miraak.
"Here in my temple
Here in my shrine
That you have forgotten
Here do you toil
That you might remember
Here you reclaim
What faithless minds have stolen
Far from yourself
I grow ever nearer to you
Your eyes once were blinded
Now through me do you see
Your hands once were idle
Now through them do I speak
And when the world shall listen
And when the World shall see
And when the world remembers
That world will cease to be."