Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time- "Guild of Mule a*sa*sins 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 Mule a*sa*sins From the places in-between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mule a*sa*sins. 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." The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the Guild of Mule a*sa*sins From the places in-between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mule a*sa*sins. 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 barrow of bones. Another journeyman with pa*sion silently recites the oath. The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the Guild of Mule a*sa*sins From the places in-between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mule a*sa*sins.