Or gan 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 its censers,
the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins
From the places in-between that
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 re turn until you have
learned what you've forfeited."
The swinging of its censers,
the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins
From the places in-between that
that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mule 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 barrow of bones.
Another journeyman with passion
silently recites the oath.
The swinging of its censers,
the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mule
Assas sins
From the places in-between that
that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mule Assassins.