Den of Thieves

DEN OF THIEVES (Condensed Heavy Metal Lyrics) [Verse 1] Silver spills across the floor, Priests trade blood for gold again. Doves in cages, lambs in chains — The Holy Court defiled by men. “My Father’s house is meant for prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves!” Jeremiah’s warning burns again: “Stop shedding innocent blood in My streets!” [Chorus] — DEN OF THIEVES Den of Thieves! Your pagan sacrifice has cursed this place. Den of Thieves! But the Righteous One has fire in His face. Den of Thieves! He flips the tables, breaks your schemes — Tonight He tears down your corrupted regime. ⸻ [Verse 2] He braids a whip of cords and light, Storms the court with a prophet’s roar. Coins explode like judgment day, Your slaughtered offerings no more. “Take these things away from here! You won’t sell death in My Father’s name!” The Temple shakes with holy rage — A new covenant rising from the flame. [Chorus] — DEN OF THIEVES Den of Thieves! Your pagan sacrifice has cursed this place. Den of Thieves! But the Righteous One has fire in His face. Den of Thieves! He flips the tables, breaks your schemes — Tonight He tears down your corrupted regime. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken/Growled] “I desire mercy, not sacrifice.” “You will not make My Father’s house a den of thieves.”