[Intro] [Driving 102 BPM two-step groove, weeping pedal steel, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and twangy Telecaster over crisp punchy drums] [Verse 1] Ten silent targets lined up in the snow A flash in the darkness where nobody’d know A bullet for each and a grave in the mud The wind takes the silence, the snow takes the blood Cardboard and shadows pretending to sleep The winter is hunting, the darkness is deep Aim at the figures and let it begin The cold starts to rattle, the targets pull in! [Pre-Chorus] Shadows are twisting the dark of the wood! Falling away where the cardboard had stood! Nothing is bleeding and nothing remains! Only the fear running cold in the veins! [Chorus] Fire at the shadows and fire at the wall! Waiting for nothing as winter will fall! Cardboard figures standing tall in the night! Fading away at the breaking of light! Trembling fingers and freezing cold steel! Wait for the morning to see what is real! [Verse 2] Walking the ice in the chill of the dawn Searching for pieces that shouldn't be gone Target on target just waiting for you Cold and untouched, like the whole story threw Two cardboard faces that broke in the chill Standing in silence, completely still Nothing is bleeding, the snow is just white Who were we firing at in the night? [Chorus] Fire at the shadows and fire at the wall! Waiting for nothing as winter will fall! Cardboard figures standing tall in the night! Fading away at the breaking of light! Trembling fingers and freezing cold steel! Wait for the morning to see what is real! [Outro] Skuggor i snön. [Pedal steel and singing fiddle trade licks over a driving two-step, finishing on a crisp country stop]
