Guild of Mute Assassins Clutch

Organ grinder’s henchmen shaking their coins in time-
“Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine.”
Behind the court house 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.”

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

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
In the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head
“You will not return until you have learned what you’ve forfeited.”

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

Baby on a threshold with silver. Breath rises from its lips
Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette
In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones
A young journeyman, with passion, solemnly recites the oath

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