The Reaper of The Disk

Lyrics

(Intro: Ethereal choir chanting "Mortis" over a blast-beat drum fill)
​Verse 1
I used to ride on Binky through the wheat and the corn
Before the clacks towers screamed and the new age was born
I’ve been a cook, I’ve been a king, I’ve worked at the farm
But these modern inventions cause me nothing but alarm!
They seek to quantify the soul with gears and with steam
While I’m just trying to remember how to properly dream.
​Chorus
THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS ONLY ME.
A skeleton in robes, for the whole world to see!
(Except they don’t see, they just look right through)
I’M NOT CRUEL, I’M JUST TERRIBLY BUSY WITH YOU!
I’d rather be home with a kitten on my knee
Than untangling the threads of your strange destiny.
​Verse 2
Remember the Hogfather? I filled in for the night
I gave the children swords—it felt morally right!
"SQUEAK," says the Death of Rats, my cynical peer
As we watch the Disc spin through another weird year.
I tried to understand "fun," I tried to have "style"
But "WHAT A NICE DAY" usually makes humans recoil for a mile.
​Bridge
(Music slows to a heavy, doom-metal crawl)
I like cats. Cats are nice.
They don’t ask for meaning or worldly advice.
Humans ask "WHY?" as their hourglass drains
While I’m stuck here pondering their complex brains.
CURIOUS CREATURES, A BOX FULL OF STRIFE
THEY SPEND ALL THEIR TIME BEING FRIGHTENED OF LIFE.
​Guitar Solo
(High-pitched, chaotic, sounding like a scythe sharpening on a whetstone)
​Outro
DON’T MIND ME. I’M JUST THE END OF THE LINE.
I’VE GOT AN APPOINTMENT. YES, EXACTLY AT NINE.
(Fade out with the sound of a heavy swinging scythe and a soft "Meow")