The Butcher
Final Fantasy Lyrics


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Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Are all your fears and fires and family
Written within the Book of Butchery?

My appetite is endless
The people defenseless
This land is big, this land is bigger
But never as big as the mouth of a singer-oh.

Every morning I listen to confessional
Couldn't give a shit 'bout the bulk of it
Still I keep it professional
Then, as penance, I tell 'em to proselytize
Say: the sun is red, say that I am red
Say: all your bases belong to us

And of doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Put all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy

All the bishops will kneel at their alters and sing
And remove their coils, their rings, their jewels
And lay them all down in sacrifice
What of things? What thing? What is this thing?
I've a temper as shiny as any bling!
And all this attention will gain you no favour in paradise

The crack
Where is the crack?
When did I
Crack?

Then I'll stand alone on a planet with
Nothing left to remember it
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to prevent it
I'll try, I'll try, but I'll never stop it, no

Muzzle me, muzzle muzzle me
Bind my will and break of me




You try, you try, you try to prevent it
You'll try, you'll try, but you'll never stop it, no

Overall Meaning

The song "The Butcher" by Final Fantasy is a haunting and eerie song that discusses a doomsday prophecy and the imagery of a butcher. The lyrics suggest that there is a book of butchery that contains all of humanity's fears, fires, and family, and questions whether or not the end of the century and doomsday are predicted within its pages. The singer (presumably the "Butcher") speaks of his endless appetite and the people's defenselessness, suggesting that his power is unmatched. He alludes to listening to confessions and not caring about them for the most part, but keeping it professional. The Butcher then commands the listeners to proselytize and say that the sun is red and that all their bases belong to them.


The lyrics take a religious turn when the Butcher speaks of bishops kneeling at their altars and giving up their possessions in sacrifice. The Butcher speaks of having a temper as shiny as any bling and warns that gaining attention will not give any favor in paradise. The lyrics end with the Butcher lamenting about standing alone on a planet with nothing left to remember, and then speaks of someone trying to muzzle them and break them, but despite these attempts, doomsday and the end of the century cannot be prevented.


Overall, the song speaks of power, religion, sacrifice, and the inevitable end of the world. Its ominous tone and imagery leave the listener with an eerie feeling and suggests that perhaps doomsday is closer than we think.


Line by Line Meaning

Doomsday, the end of the century
The anticipated day of destruction at the end of a century


In accord with prophecy
As predicted, as per prophetic message


Are all your fears and fires and family
Are all of your greatest concerns, disasters, and loved ones


Written within the Book of Butchery?
Recorded in the tome of cruelty and violence


My appetite is endless
I have an insatiable hunger for destruction


The people defenseless
The populace is vulnerable and powerless


This land is big, this land is bigger
This territory is vast, even larger than one may imagine


But never as big as the mouth of a singer-oh.
Yet the size of one's words and voice can be far-reaching and powerful


Every morning I listen to confessional
Every day I hear confessions of others' sins


Couldn't give a shit 'bout the bulk of it
I'm indifferent to most of it


Still I keep it professional
I maintain a level of detachment and impartiality


Then, as penance, I tell 'em to proselytize
As a way of making amends, I instruct them to spread a message


Say: the sun is red, say that I am red
Repeat this statement: the sun is red, I am red


Say: all your bases belong to us
Utter this phrase: everything is under our control


And of doomsday, the end of the century
Regarding the day of reckoning, the apocalypse


In accord with prophecy
As foretold by seers and prophets


Put all your fears, your fires, your family
Place all of your anxieties, disasters, and loved ones


Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
Into the hands of the ultimate destroyer, Final Fantasy


All the bishops will kneel at their alters and sing
Religious leaders will bow in prayer and chant


And remove their coils, their rings, their jewels
Take off their decorative accessories


And lay them all down in sacrifice
Offer all these items as a sacred offering


What of things? What thing? What is this thing?
What is the significance of this action, this item, this concept?


I've a temper as shiny as any bling!
My mood is just as ostentatious as any gaudy accessory


And all this attention will gain you no favour in paradise
Performing these rituals will not grant you any special favors or rewards in the afterlife


The crack
The point of fracture


Where is the crack?
What is the location of the split or division?


When did I
At what point in time did I


Crack?
Break apart or collapse?


Then I'll stand alone on a planet with
I will be left solitary on a deserted world


Nothing left to remember it
With no memories or remnants of the previous existence


I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to prevent it
I will endeavor, strive, and struggle to stop the destruction from happening


You try, you try, you try to prevent it
You attempt, endeavor, and fight to halt the calamity


You'll try, you'll try, but you'll never stop it, no
You will put forth effort and energy, but ultimately nothing can avert the catastrophe




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