Despair - by Necromancer [Vi]Despair grips me, holds me tight.My soul darkens, black as night.
Wounds form, blood starts to drip.Gotta hold on, I gotta get a grip.What the hell happened? Why? How?That doesn't matter, it won't help me
 now.Gotta run away, gotta get out.No matter how loud I scream, no one hears a shout.This soul-wrenching demon must me expelled.
This horrible feeling must be quelled.I call for help, there's no one in sight.But what's that up there, a flash of light?My hopes
 rise, my spirit soars.I gotta get out, I can't take this anymore.But now it's over, it's much too late.Now it's time... to face my fate.