“The Junta”

By Justin Kimberlin

Date unknown – 1988-1992

If ever you ride the midnight hour

In the lands of the Junta where the Legion takes power

If the darkness doesn’t [swallow] you whole

The Legion comes here to demand your heart, your soul

And the Black Angel takes power

The Eyes watching in the shadows

Terror reigns, dreams turn [shallow]

And the end comes near

The rebellion will soon die here

As the storms that ravage the land

The dominoes fall in the Overlord’s hand

This clash, as no other, grinds to the sand

Conquistadors and Martyrs [fly] their flag

Guerillas march as pawns as this game of tag

They plunder, they search, [they] destroy

The Imperialists think their game to be a toy

The pacifist say fight no more

Sing mercy, you shall, to the Angel of Death

For this game, and the fight is a War.