Snow runs red where the bullet fell,
Echoes ring like a warning bell.
In the northern dark, there’s no escape,
Canadians hunt with a cold, clean slate.
Chorus
Never miss the shot, blood runs hot,
Cold steel hands, they take their lot.
Through the frost where the wanted rot,
Canadians never miss the shot.
Verse 2
Tracks in the pines where the shadows crawl,
Names carved deep on the cabin wall.
One by one, the hunted drop,
Justice rains and it won’t be stopped.
Chorus
Never miss the shot, eyes like flame,
Marking the guilty, calling their name.
Through the smoke when the hammer drops,
Canadians never miss the shot.
Bridge
It’s not mercy, it’s the northern law,
What you break, they’ll make you draw.
Blood in the snow, bodies forgot,
They ride on, never miss the shot.
Final Chorus
Never miss the shot, hearts turn black,
Once they’re hunting, there’s no turning back.
Through the silence, through the rot,
Canadians never miss the shot.
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