Guild of Mute Assassins

[Verse 1]

(Organ, organ, organ)

Organ grinder's henchmen, shaking their coins in time

"Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine."

Behind the courthouse, atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face

"You will not have learned until I return to give my executioner the chase."

[Chorus]

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

From the places in between that are so seldom seen

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

[Verse 2]

Widow in the furrow with thimbles hasn't seen her face in years

Kneels into a puddled reflection to find it is just as she's feared

And in the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head

"You will not return until you have learned what you've forfeited."

[Chorus]

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

From the places in between that are so seldom seen

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]

Baby on a threshold with silver, breath rises from its lips

Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette

And in the cradle, a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones

A young journeyman with passion, silently recites the oath

[Chorus]

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

From the places in between that are so seldom seen

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins

From the places in between that are so seldom seen

Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins