Brazen bull
The brazen bull, bronze bull, or Sicilian bull, was a torture and execution device designed in ancient Greece. According to Diodorus Siculus, recounting the story in Bibliotheca historica, Perillos of Athens invented and proposed it to Phalaris, the tyrant of Akragas, Sicily, as a new means of executing criminals. The bull was made entirely of bronze, hollow, with a door in one side. The bull was in the form and size of an actual bull and had an acoustic apparatus that converted screams into the sound of a bull. The condemned were locked in the device, and a fire was set under it, heating the metal until the person inside roasted to death.
Reign of Phalaris
Phalaris commanded that the bull be designed in such a way that its smoke rose in spicy clouds of incense. The head of the bull was designed with a complex system of tubes and stops so that the prisoner's screams were converted into sounds like the bellowing of an infuriated bull. According to legend, when the bull was reopened, the victim's scorched bones "shone like jewels and were made into bracelets."
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Brazen Bull
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- The Travelling Parasite released: 2011
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Gone With The Breeze
by: Prussian BlueYou're gone with the breeze, just like the leaves on the trees. Gone are the times with your family ,your family. You left Dark behind. You knew they had your death warrant signed. But there was no way that you would compromise, no compromise.
You're gone with the breeze. But you'll always be there on our minds. You're gone with the breeze, just a memory, of those times. You're gone with the breeze. But you left a lot of people who loved you. You're gone with the breeze, but we'll remember you, remember you.
You stood against lies. You would never hide. You stood face to face with the enemy, the enemy. Against all the odds, dangerous paths you trod. You knew it could only end in tragedy, in tragedy.