Noone knows from where they came
Noone knows their name
Neither they can speak
Nor they are able to think
Just condemned to exist,
To lead a life without end
Prisoners of a forgotten court
On a journey without an end.

An existence without a form
Seperated from time and space
Does not have an opportunity
To rest for a minimal time
They are the witnesses from start to end
But will never tell what they have seen
With dead minds, but with conciousness
They only wish to forget.

From an endless journey they came
They are damned to stay alive
Without a home and with no own will
They travel further with all the knowledge.