The Planemeld is Nigh

Of all the Daedric princes There's one with shocking gall His goal, the domination and enslavement of us all

The God of Schemes The Prince of Pain THe Captain of Corruption.

He tills the land of Tamriel And sows the seeds of destruction

The planemeld is nigh, the planemeld is nigh Our world will disappear.

The planemeld is nigh, the planemeld is nigh, our doom is drawing near.

Chains of darkness grip the land And draw it ever near.

To his nightmare, Coldharbour, Where hope bows down to fear,

Tearing souls of innocents into eternal pain. While his Daedric minions sing praises of his name.

The Planemeld is nigh The planemeld is nigh. As Molag Bal commands

The planemeld is nigh The planemeld is nigh Our doom is now at hand.