Breaching across dimensions
Frigid grasp of domination
Reaching with chains like limbs
Towards planar assimilation
The Lord of Lies,
master of foul designs
Sabotages a covenant
with the chief of the Divines
With Mannimarco at his right hand
The Schemer Prince unfolds his plan
Corrupting the Amulet
The Soulburst is imminent
Planemeld, crush the resistance
Planemeld, enslave existence
Planemeld, his will be done
Planemeld, the two shall become one
Dark Anchors
Fall from the sky
Shackles on Bal’s prize
In worship
Cultists writhe
Anticipating their lord’s rise
Unnatural storms
blight the horizon
citizens flee in fear
A foothold,
the world is fractured
Coldharbour is drawing near
Planemeld, crush the resistance
Planemeld, enslave existence
Planemeld, his will be done
Planemeld, the two shall become one
Bow
I, Molag Bal, King of Strife, claim this wretched realm you call home. It is useless to resist, submit to the yoke of servitude, or be cut down. An eternity of suffering awaits you and all your kind.
A Vestige of hope
The Soulless savior
Pierces through the Cold-Flame
With Meridia’s light
The dominator is humbled
The corruption is purged
His defeat is total
The planes shall not merge