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