A Skyrim Tale: Journal of the First 6

Entry 6: ...................

Uh, Farkas here. I think Miraak is broken. Look, I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's been acting weird lately... I know I'm not allowed to write in his journal or anything, but in case he does snap out of it, he'll at least have a hint of what he was doing when he was in this trance-like state. Right now, he's sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room uttering some chant. I'll write down what I can make out. I hope he comes to soon, or else there goes life as we know it...

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Here stands the First...
Here stands the Last...
That time has forgotten...
Here do we toil...
That they might remember...
Here we reclaim...
What foul beasts have stolen...
Far from ourselves...
We move ever nearer to him...
My eyes once were blinded...
Now because of her, can I see...
My voice once was idle...
Now because of her, can I speak...
And when the First shall listen...
And when the Last shall see...
And when they stand together...

The World-Eater... Will cease... To be...