Ocean Drinker / Hellkeeper

"Beyond the end of life, the end of all things one venerated
One may find discordance. One may find revelation. One may find absolution --"
-- I FOUND MY PURPOSE --
"...beneath the discordance, the chaos, the ashen structure,
One may even find clarity.
Purity."
-- I FOUND MY --

Dead and cold
Chaos inside
Awaiting the descent, drinking tide after tide.
Numbed by the deafening beating of the ocean's heart, I tear apart
With me, you too shall die, survivors of the genocide.
What I'm sure of is the fact I can not be trusted - not even by myself.
I'm not sick of everything that surrounds me anymore
I'm just so sick of being me.

In the blink of an eye, I breathe in the sky, drink the oceans dry
Deliver the blight.
I am the all-embracing absorption, existing in voracious distortion
Consuming all light, draining all life.

Clarity --
-- Transcendence
Tsukuyomi, take me away
-- SET ME FREE OF THIS DEMON --
Deliver me from this evil

I am on fire
Outside my inside
Twist my reality, turn back my time because I've lost (I'm losing) myself in its grip.
Let me pass into the sphere of transcendence, bring me omniscience to set it up to the flame
The cycle shall begin anew
Return the flame to the place we once knew, to the time we once lived in
To the creature we believed in --
-- THE BLINK OF AN EYE I DRINK THE OCEANS DRY --
I think it's taking control again, please help me to --
-- DELIVER THE BLIGHT / DRAINING ALL LIFE --
-- reach sanity again, tell me where did I (lose my mind) went astray from the path
Where did I lost the match?

Enlighten my burning mind
Somehow drain this evil -- LIFE --
Tsukuyomi, take me away
Deliver me from this evil--

The evanescening sanity seems to overflow. Once again, time stands still and unveils a grotesque scenario, visible inside their minds for all the survivors of the genocide, as well as for Gideon.
The brutally flourishing, beckoning existence, unknown to them as Laneor, manifests atop of a eternally growing pile of bones. Countless familiar faces to every single one, contorted in the cruel moment of dying, their very bodies diffused all over the pile.
As it grows, Laneor begins to writhe, while evolving into an astral form. Descending, on its way to the deepest of hells, a creature approaches from the shadows, having lurked there for a period of time beyond aeons. The creature, only visible for split seconds, carries a scythe on its back, millions of runes, faces and lives engraved on its blade, mirroring the mere terror in the creature's face. A face apparently shaped by death itself in one of its darkest, sanguinariest hours. Teeth, as long as skyscrapers; eyes, as red as cankerous blood.
At the sight of the Hellkeeper - Laneor flees, ascending to the heavens whence it came from. The vision ends abruptly, forcing the survivors back to reality.

...experience tranquillity.
For a second, lay down your arms, the horror's gone.
Be prepared for vengeance, as it is coming our way.
Insane I was, insane I will be.