Loüm the giant black obelisk stands before me Nothing left behind, nowhere but forward No way to go forward but up, up The mighty wall seems to touch the sky There's no way around, or stay and die The forces behind me are drawing ever closer No choice left, I must climb the ancient black monolith Climbing, climbing, ever higher Foothold by small foothold Careful not to fall from the growing heights Making haste to escape what lies below Feeling the presence of evil nearing its way toward me Ascending the titan Loüm is the only path to sanctuary Half-awake, half-dead, exhausted and half-crazed Has this crossing been hours or has it been days? Hungry, tired, in a trance, yet I must push on With bloody hands and feet and knees I near the crest of Loüm As this odyssey nears its close I fear what lies beyond