Verse
Gm A# F Gm
Organ grinder’s henchmen shaking their coins in time-
Gm A# F Gm
“Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine.”
Gm A# F Gm
Behind the court house atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face
Gm A# F Gm
“You will not have learned until I return to give my executioner the chase.”
[Chorus]
Gm A# F
The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Gm
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
A# F
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Gm
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
[Verse 2]
Gm A# F Gm
Widow in the furrow with thimbles hasn’t seen her face in years
Gm A# F Gm
Kneels into a puddled reflection to find it is just as she’s feared
Gm A# F Gm
In the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head
Gm A# F Gm
“You will not return until you have learned what you’ve forfeited.”
[Chorus]
Gm A# F
The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Gm
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
A# F
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Gm
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
[Verse 3]
Gm A# F Gm
Baby on a threshold with silver. Breath rises from its lips
Gm A# F Gm
Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette
Gm A# F Gm
In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones
Gm A# F Gm
Another journeyman with passion silently recites the oath
[Chorus]
Gm A# F
The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Gm
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
A# F
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Gm
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins