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