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