Let Me Fall ( Let it go Parody - Frozen)

The ash falls quietly in Sheol tonight,
As I welcome the unclean.
A Kingdom of Desolation,
And you’re damn right, I’m the King.

The flames are blazing now to torment those inside,
Cast out by heaven, now in me abide.

I’ll let them in, I’ll set them free
Be as thou wilt, not as you’re told to be
Come ye and answer desire’s call
In this unhallowed hall!

Let me fall, Let me fall
Of Angelic grace relieved
Let me fall, Left me fall
My perfect pride achieved!

I don’t Care
What those above may say
Let the flames burn on,
My soul always bothered me anyway.

Its funny how divinity
Paints wrath a pleasant hue
But revel not in judgments
Or the one they’ll judge is you!

What light rejects my shade receives
A lake of fire by cruelty conceived
All justified by Liturgy
Don’t you see?

Let me fall, Let me fall
Once lauded, now reviled
Let me fall, Let me fall
So much for Mercy Mild

Damned I Am
And Damned I’ll Stay
Lets the Flames Rage on
My soul always bothered me anyway.

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