Grotesque proposition
delivered to Phalaris
the tyrant king of Akragas
his brows folded in disgust
at the words of a sickening fool
at his exposed algolagnia
Perillos absorbed in his darkness
befounded a horrendous device
ultimate pain for ultimate crimes
a god in the realm of torture
the bull of brass stands proud
Incense arises from the maw of the furnace,
to cover the stench of decease
brass tubes formed into instruments
to mock the echoing torment
reverberations of the punished
Melodious bellowing within
a martyr takes place in the halls
cast into the weapon of his own design
thrown forth into the glowing bowl
the lava blood falls from his hands
Omitted from his skin and flesh
the contorted man shakes in his pain
searing flame atrocity
delivered into fire embrace
blasting smoke from his throat
release me from this hell
Removed from the brazen bull
Phalaris takes him up to the hills
his writhing body still undeceased
flaking skin blows in the wind
ostracized from a quiet demise
a vision of the end reflected in his eye
at the peak, body lifted up high
agony hides the begging for life
Cast down from the peaks
sulfuric stones rip and tear
punished for decadent plight
smashed into pieces
phlebotomized by the ridged earth
Incense arises from the maw of the furnace,
to cover the stench of decease
Cast down from the peaks
sulfuric stones rip and tear
writhing below Lycabettus
the smell of myrrh perfumes the air
as a set of fearful eyes turn empty
Searing flame atrocity
delivered into fire embrace
blasting smoke from his throat
release me from this hell