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