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 plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh Our world will disappear
The plane meld is nigh The plane meld 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 plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh As Molag Bal commands
The plane meld is nigh The plane meld is nigh Our doom is now at hand