De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
By Anonymous
When he walks, his footfalls fall on himself.
And who does not hear his footfalls and quake?
The earth shakes at his coming,
at the rising of his Hollow from the earth.
Like the delicate calm of an undisturbed pool
is shattered by the smallest of stones,
so is the terrible force of the Wilderking's passing.
Shout, Bramblebreach! Wail, Shadows Watch!
The Wilderking is friend and foe,
Foe and friend to both.
For who can record his footsteps on the land,
who can hear the melody of his voice,
when he opens his mouth to sing?
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