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Guild Of Mute Assassins

Organ, organ, organ grinder's henchmen

Shaking their coins in time

Guild of mute assassins

Will convene at a quarter to nineBehind 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 chaseThe swinging of its censers

The silence of its members

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsFrom the places in-between

That are so seldom seen

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsWidow 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 fearedAnd 'In The Garden', the 'Archangel'

Sword above his head

You will not return until you have learned

What you've forgottenThe swinging of its censers

The silence of its members

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsFrom the places in-between

That are so seldom seen

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsBaby, on a threshold with silver

Breath rises from its lips

Beam of yellow light from a doorway

And the figure of a silhouetteAnd in the cradle a wood stiletto

Rattles like a barrow of bones

A young journeyman with a passion

Silently recites the oathThe swinging of its censers

The silence of its members

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsFrom the places in-between

That are so seldom seen

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsThe swinging of their censers

The silence of its members

Oh, the guild of mute assassinsFrom the places in-between

That are so seldom seen

Oh, the guild of mute assassins

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