Shinigami no Kintai Kanri
Title	Shinigami no Kintai Kanri
Translation	Discipline of Diligence of the Shinigami
Artist	Noriaki Sugiyama (William T. Spears)
Type	Character song

Shinigami no Kintai Kanri is a character song for William T. Spears. It is sung by Noriaki Sugiyama.

LyricsEdit

Getsuyoubi wa Tamashii wo Kari
Kayoubi wa Kanrika no Kaigi
Suiyoubi wa Haken suru Shinigami Yobu

Mokuyoubi wa Junpaku no SHIRT
Kin'youbi wa NECKTIE wo Erabi
Doyoubi wa CINEMATIC RECORD Miru

Kanpeki na Kiritsu wo mamoru Hibi Shizuka ni
Matataku ma Kami hodo no Kurui mo Yurusanai

Orokashii Shinigami Risshi
Subete no Shi no kiroku Mamoru
Chiri hitotsu nai Oto no shinai Toshokan ga Kooru

Genkaku na Shigoto Nashitoge
Kodoku wo Himotoku Jikan ni
Tsuyoku Kuroku Nigaku Matoitsuku kioku ga Hikuku Tooku

Getsuyoubi wa Yuuutsu na Ame
Kayoubi wa Ihansha wo Shikari
Suiyoubi wa Grell Sutcliff wo Keru

Mokuyoubi wa Zangyou wo Shite
Kin'youbi wa Tamashii no Kaishuu
Doyoubi wa Mezawari na Akuma wo Karu

Meiwaku de Fukanzen na Shinsei Kyakka shi
Yamazumi no Mondai de Fukai kiwamarinai

Kagirinaku Muda na Sagyou to
Kudaranai Tanin no MISS ga
Chouwa no toreta Garasubari no bigaku wo Hakai shi

Yurusarenu Itsudatsu Kisoku
Taida ga Maneita Hichouwa
Kuzure Yabure Koware Kegasareta yoteihyou Kyou mo Zangyou

Konnan na Shigoto Katazuke
Hagane no Chitsujo wo Modosu
Reitetsu-sugiru Risei wo Kiri no kage ni Dakishime

Rengoku no Kabe ga Arou to
Kanarazu Kuzushite Miseru
Ude ga Koe ga Tsume ga Ushinawareyou to mo

Shizukesa no Naka de Kanaderu
Seichi na Tokei no Hari ga
Kono kokoro no Subete wo tsukasadorishi Kami nara

Tamerawazu Inochi Sogitoru
Subete no Chouwa to Kibou
Kanae Tsumuge Utae Kotoba sura itetsuku Kuraki Sekai
Setsunaku

TranslationEdit

On Monday I reap souls.
On Tuesday I hold a meeting of the management team.
On Wednesday I summon the dispatched death gods.
On Thursday I wear a pure-white shirt.
On Friday I select a good necktie.
On Saturday I watch cinematic records.

These flawless rules must be quietly obeyed daily.
I won't allow even a brief hair-sized disturbance.

I discipline the foolish death gods and keep all the death records,
as the dust-free soundless library freezes solid.
After I've strictly finished my work, and have only loneliness to unravel,
my firmly darkly bitterly clinging memories grow low and distant.

On Monday there is a depressing rain.
On Tuesday I scold the rule-violators.
On Wednesday I kick Grell Sutcliff.
On Thursday I work overtime.
On Friday I retrieve souls.
On Saturday I hunt those demon eyesores.

I decline all the annoyingly incomplete applications,
but the piles of problems waiting for me are extremely unpleasant.

The endlessly pointless work and the stupid mistakes made by others
will disrupt the balance of the aesthetics of the glass walls and ceiling.
These unforgivable deviations, this imbalance caused by laziness,
and my schedule crumbled, ripped, torn, and soiled... I'll have to work overtime again today.

I complete the difficult tasks and restore the order of hard steel.
I embrace closely my cool-headed rationality in mist's shadow.
I'll take down purgatory's wall if there should ever be one,
even if I might end up losing my arms, my voice, and my nails.

That delicate clock's hands are playing music in the stillness;
if only that clock is the god governing the entirety of my heart...
I'll kill lives without hesitation. Grant, weave, and praise
the balance and hope of all, in this dark world where even words glaciate,
grievously.

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