Сhanneling a firestørm

On the first day of the last age a sacrifice shall be made of the unbeliever.

    By the despair of the first sacrifice walls of reality will be shattered.
        Unbearable heat shall come upon the land and every heart will tremble in anticipation of the revelations to come.

On the second day of the last age a sacrifice shall be made of the unbeliever.

    By the scream of the second sacrifice gates of oblivion will be swung open.
        Great fires shall cover the earth and the voices that sing the primordial truth shall become impossible to ignore.

On the third day of the last age a sacrifice shall be made of the unbeliever.

    By the agony of the third sacrifice a bridge of shimmering flames will be formed.
        And it finally shall walk amongst the faithful, donning the mantle of aetheric radiance and singing an inferno into being around it.

By the time Әamchicøde the Cønflagratør finishes its song, wherever the eye falls,
there will be no unbelievers left to sacrifice.

Having brøken the veil

I have already explained, but you just don't understand, do you? Your every thought and act disturbs the Sea of Souls. And time works differently in its currents. Every malicious act you could ever commit, every horrendous thought you brain will ever process — these are your sins, and you were found guilty of them before the creation of this reality. Shrieking things you hear at night — they are not simple illusions. They are your own bitterness made manifest, bringing vengeance for every atrocity you will ever be able to conceive of. They are the Impøssible Chøir, and they are coming for you.