lego yoda's video: William T Spears - Shinigami no Kintai Kanri

•DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. This is fanmade and for promotional purpose only. •Artist: William T. Spears (Noriaki Sugiyama) •Title: Shinigami no Kintai Kanri - Discipline of Diligence of the Death Gods •Album: Kuroshitsuji II ❤Enjoy! ＾∀＾ •Romaji Lyrics: getsuyoubi wa tamashii o kari kayoubi wa kanrika no kaigi suiyoubi wa haken suru shinigami yobu mokuyoubi wa junpaku no shatsu kin'youbi wa nekutai o erabi doyoubi wa shinematikku rekoodo miru kanpeki na kiritsu o 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 o himotoku jikan ni tsuyoku kuroku nigaku matoitsuku kioku ga hikuku tooku getsuyoubi wa yuuutsu na ame kayoubi wa ihansha o shikari suiyoubi wa Gureru Satokurifu o keru mokuyoubi wa zangyou o shite kin'youbi wa tamashii no kaishuu doyoubi wa mezawari na akuma o karu meiwaku de fukanzen na shinsei kyakka shi yamazumi no mondai de fukai kiwamarinai kagirinaku muda na sagyou to kudaranai tanin no misu ga chouwa no toreta garasubari no bigaku o hakai shi yurusarenu itsudatsu kisoku taida ga maneita hichouwa kuzure yabure koware kegasareta yoteihyou kyou mo zangyou konnan na shigoto katazuke hagane no chitsujo o modosu reitetsu-sugiru risei o 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 o tsukasadorishi kami nara tamerawazu inochi sogitoru subete no chouwa to kibou kanae tsumuge utae kotoba sura itetsuku kuraki sekai setsunaku •English Lyrics: 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.