The Turning of the Wheel

[Basilica of Torment]

You are not at fault for the evils that plague you.

It is The Wheel that is turned by the machinations of the archons, who would have you worship them as GOD, that has writ your ruin into the world

The Wyrm's venom is in the blood of you and your fathers and their fathers- It enfeebles your flesh, makes you vulnerable.

The Mother's water that you so eagerly drink for comfort and life- It befuddles your mind, confuses you and leads you astray.


Having cursed your mind and body they turn their Wheel again and again, their dominion over you growing,.

The Warrior's Glory is promised to you, the honor of victory- If you slay your fellow man and pillage their homes and raze their cities to ash thickened with blood.

The Wroth's stirs your heart with thoughts of violence and brutality, to turn on your kith and kin with the lie of "Justice"


Still the Wheel turns again and again, their dominion over you growing..

[Basilica of Torment]

The Wanderer's roads are long and dangerous, bidding your thirst and exhaustion to overwhelm your soul and body.

The Wyld's flora and fauna are offered knowing that you must rely on them just to survive the terrible curse of hunger, or be consumed by them in turn.


The corruption at the heart of the wheel is deep, indeed- so deep as to be the foundations of the world. Their Wheel turns and their dominion over you grows further still..


The Magi's knowledge is writ in enochian script and buried in the world, to keep all the secrets to your salvation hidden from you. A cruel game he plays as Riddler for the masses who cannot understand his rules.

The Sabotage's shadows blanket the world and with their hand they erode the foundations of men and all their works as they strive to build something better.


The very spirit of learning itself is sealed and toyed with by the Archons, for whatever revelations you may learn there will be the Night to obscure from you even more. The Wheel turns and their dominion over you grows further and further..


The Martyr's deception is the twinned god's damnation of us all; for we are born weak and fragile and live our lives under their tyranny only at last to be offered 'peace' from this pain through the blessing of Death. For our death they shall secret away the life's flame into the sky to forever power their Wheel.


At last the Wheel spins full, and with its turning the very SUN lights up and their greatest evil they give to us is born: The scorching rays of Pra'raj.

The Wheel's turning empowers its patsy sun to distract us from their deceptions, their conspiracy to ruin your lives for all times.