Lyrics:

they don't care about crisis
traders must die
your money protects them
we'll cut your heads off
they compromise stock exchanges
traders must die
do you take pity on them ?
we'll cut your heads off

they don't care about us
traders must die
in their big glass tower
we'll cut your heads off
there is nothing to discuss
traders must die
they're obsessed with power
we'll cut your heads off

As a king whom we behead
we'll cut your heads off

they are worst than computers
traders must die
reactive and agressive
we'll cut your heads off
they are kind of tumor
traders must die
how can you stay inactive
we'll cut your heads off

after the end of this sect
traders must die
who will be the fucking next
we'll cut your heads off
police bank or insurance
traders must die
you're already in our plans
we'll cut your heads off

As a king whom we behead
we'll cut your heads off

your job is a crime
run mother fucker run
we'll wipe your species out
run mother fucker run
he who sows the anger shall reap the riot
run mother fucker run
let's kill those scums
run mother fucker run

traders must die !!!

it smells death in your leather
run mother fucker run
the kingdom deserves fire
run mother fucker run
you should expect this anger
run mother fucker run
we'll knock soon at your door
run mother fucker run

traders must die !!!