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