La Tierra, el lugar donde incluso los ángeles temen venir

Falling is the first thing l feel,
distant voices echo inside my head,
Their orders are clear,
and yet all l can think about is the others angels

Each one traveled the same path,
What was their fate?
What awaits me on the other side?
They have gone to a place where the light
is cursed and darkness blinds the soul.

This is a place
where even angels fear to tread.

Falling is the last thing an angel feels,
A distant voice still echoes inside my head,
But for the first time, it is my own,
this will always be the place,
where even the angels fear to tread

Gabriel 2007