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A Grim Reaper’s Work Management
Vocals: Sugiyama Noriaki as William T. Spears
Lyrics: Kikuchi Hana
Composition: Tanaka Hidekazu
Arrangement: Tanaka Hidekazu

On Monday, I reap souls
On Tuesday, I have a Management Division meeting
On Wednesday, I summon the Grim Reapers to be dispatched

On Thursday, I have a pure white shirt
On Friday, I pick a necktie
On Saturday, I watch Cinematic Records

I quietly follow the perfect rules through the days
I won’t even allow hair to go crazy for a split second

I judge the foolish Grim Reapers
And hold all records of the dead
The soundless library, without a speck of dust, is frozen over

During the time when I carry out my strict job
And unravel my loneliness
The memories clinging strongly, blackly, and bitterly onto me are low and far away


On Monday, there’s melancholic rain
On Tuesday, I scold the delinquents
On Wednesday, I kick Grell Sutcliffe

On Thursday, I work overtime
On Friday, I have soul retrieval
On Saturday, I hunt that eyesore of a demon

I reject bothersome and incomplete applications
And I’m extremely displeased with the heaps of problems

The boundless waste of work
And other people’s stupid mistakes
Destroy the harmonious and glazed-over aesthetics

Deviation from the rules will not be allowed
May the disharmony brought about by idleness
Crumble, be smashed, and break; there’s overtime today on my soiled schedule, too


I finish my difficult job
And restore the order of steel
Embracing my far too composed rationality in the fog’s shadow

If the wall of Purgatory exists
Then I’ll certainly show that I’ll topple it
Even if my arms, my voice, and my nails are to be lost

If the delicate needles of the clock
Making music within the silence
Are the gods that govern everything in my heart

Then, unhesitatingly, I’ll cut and take lives
Fulfill, weave, and sing all harmony and hope
Even the words are frozen together in this dark world
How painful