A/N: A songfic based in Snow White and the Huntsman. Snow White's battle theme so to speak. Enjoy!
Disposable Heroes
We're charging towards the Queen's castle with all of our might. Tonight she will fall by fairest blood. I can hear the faint thumping of the horse hooves against the ground among the whoosing of deadly arrows and the screams of our allies. I glance around quickly and see the mangled, bloody bodies fall from their horses. Blood from their wounds drip and spray into the air breifly before staining the terrain. I am seething with rage at the losses I'm being forced to endure. I scream my innermost thoughts as though they are a war cry.
Bodies fill the fields I see
Hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now
No one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields
Bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun fire
Does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks
Get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you wear
Glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
[ Lyrics from: m/metallica/disposable+heroes_ ]
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
(Solo)
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth
Nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself
Molded day by day
Looking back I realize
Nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
I can envision the Queen using these exact words to command her army to murder senselessly as they have. The suffering is not mine in the end, it will be hers. This I swear, I will end this day and spread the color of the evil queen's blood, a deep red, against the gray that is the effect of the deaths of my comrades.
A/N: (SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE THAT HAVE YET TO SEE THE FILM) As we all know, Snow is right. The suffering is truly the Queen's to bear as, in the end, she was killed by Snow White. Read and review!