Lyrics:

Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time-
'Guild of Mule 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 it's censers, the silence of it's members
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mule 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.
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 it's censers, the silence of it's members
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins.
Baby on a threshold with silver. Breath rises from it's 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 passion silently recites the oath.
The swinging of it's censers, the silence of it's members
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins.