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