Verse 1: Bm D A Bm Organ grinder’s henchmen shaking their coins in time- Bm D A Bm “Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine.” Bm D A Bm Behind the court house atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face Bm D A Bm “You will not have learned until I return to give my executioner the chase.” Chorus: Bm D A The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Bm Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins D A From the places in-between that are so seldom seen Bm Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
Verse 2: Bm D A Bm Widow in the furrow with thimbles hasn’t seen her face in years Bm D A Bm Kneels into a puddled reflection to find it is just as she’s feared Bm D A Bm In the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head Bm D A Bm “You will not return until you have learned what you’ve forfeited.” Chorus: Bm D A The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Bm Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins D A From the places in-between that are so seldom seen Bm Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins Verse 3: Bm D A Bm Baby on a threshold with silver. Breath rises from its lips Bm D A Bm Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette Bm D A Bm In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones Bm D A Bm Another journeyman with passion silently recites the oath Chorus: Bm D A The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Bm Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins D A From the places in-between that are so seldom seen Bm Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins