I sell water - to a gathering of masks And this water shed a million faces And Masks now litter my face When they are scattered, means you are gathered, Means you are back, means you never left. One year of speech and five years of silence - A mute one with a multitude of words Toad Master - sells the water of His Swamp Dare you trespass the Swamp Dare you speak her name She is the Abode of the Hermit, She is the Boat on the River of stars. Her wild geese feed on his thoughts, And then fall into the River, To crown the Emperor Who sells water - To a gathering of masks Comes the day He sold it all And now - Before his last fight, here is his last gift Before his last fight, here is his last gift