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ARTIST: Clutch ALBUM: Slow Hole To China SONG: Guild of Mute Assassins TAB: William Matthew Breedlove TUNING: Standard ****NOTE**** -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Use 5th chords (power chords) for an easier way to play. Barre chords are the prefered way to play this and also sound the best I think. ---- CHORDS ---- Bm D A e|-------------------|-------------------|-------------------| B|-----3-------------|------7------------|-------------------| G|-----4-------------|------7------------|-------6-----------| D|-----4-------------|------7------------|-------7-----------| A|-----2-------------|------5------------|-------7-----------| E|-------------------|-------------------|-------5-----------| -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1]
BmOrgan grinder’s hDenchmen sAhaking their coins in Bmtime- Bm“Guild of Mute AssasDsins will conAvene at a quarter to Bmnine.” Behind the Bmcourt house atop a Dscaffold stands a Aman with a bag for a Bmface “You will not Bmhave learned until I reDturn to Agive my executioner the Bmchase.”
[Chorus]
BmThe swinging of its censers,D the silence of its members A Oh, the Guild of Mute AssasBmsins From the places in-betweenD that are so seldom seen A Oh, the Guild of Mute AssasBmsins
[Verse 2]
BmWidow in the furrow with thimDbles Ahasn’t seen her face in Bmyears BmKneels into a puddled reflecDtion to Afind it is just as she’s Bmfeared BmIn the Garden the ArchDangel, Asword above his Bmhead “You will not Bmreturn until you Dhave learned Awhat you’ve forfeiBmted.”
[Chorus]
BmThe swinging of its censers,D the silence of its members A Oh, the Guild of Mute AssasBmsins From the places in-betweenD that are so seldom seen A Oh, the Guild of Mute AssasBmsins
[Verse 3]
BmBaby on a threshold with silDver. ABreath rises from its Bmlips BmBeam of yellow light from a dooDrway and the Afigure of a silhouBmette In the craBmdle a wood stileDtto Arattles like a barrel of Bmbones Another Bmjourneyman with Dpassion Asilently recites the Bmoath
[Chorus]
BmThe swinging of its censers,D the silence of its members A Oh, the Guild of Mute AssasBmsins From the places in-betweenD that are so seldom seen A Oh, the Guild of Mute AssasBmsins