The Plane Meld

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