Thank You, Prince of Darkness

(1967–2025)
(The Years of Madness)

From the smoky haze of ’67’s dawn,
Where Sabbath’s shadow first was drawn,
You forged a sound both doom and flame,
And carved the world with your cursed name.

Steel-born riffs and funeral chimes,
Darkened churches, twisted rhymes,
You gave the world its demon’s hymn—
A gospel loud, unholy, grim.

Through war pigs' cries and planet's doom,
You danced with madness, lit the gloom.
A bat, a scream, a velvet howl,
Your voice—a beast without a cowl.

Then solo rose the crown you wore,
With thunderous steps and bloodied roar.
From Blizzard's frost to No More Tears,
You fed the souls of countless years.

Through highs and lows and shattered glass,
Your music outlived every past.
And we—your legion—stood in awe,
Of every curse, each sacred flaw.

Back to the Beginning – July 7th, 2025
The Final Bow

Now July’s moon hangs cold and wide,
And fans all gathered far and wide.
For one last rite, one sacred flame—
A final whisper of your name.

"Back to the Beginning"—you took the stage,
Not just a man, but myth and sage.
And though the curtain draws at last,
Your echo lingers—vast, steadfast.

With hearts ablaze and devil horns raised,
We thank you for the path you blazed.
For riffs that thrashed and souls you stirred,
For every haunted, healing word.

From Sabbath’s bell to solo scream,
You walked with monsters through the dream.
And now you rest, the tour complete—
Still echoing in every beat.


Thank you, Ozzy. Thank you, Black Sabbath.
You were never just music.
You were resurrection in chaos.
You were the madness we needed.
You were home.

🖤 Long Live the Prince of Darkness. 🖤