*In Loving Memory of Ozzy Osbourne & Our Fallen Metal Gods**
Today, we raise our horns to the sky and honor the immortal soul of **Ozzy Osbourne** — the Prince of Darkness, the rebel saint of heavy metal, and the electrifying voice that defined a generation. From the apocalyptic power of *Black Sabbath* to the high-voltage scream of “*Crazy Train*,” Ozzy didn’t just make music — he *forged* anthems of rebellion, survival, and unfiltered truth.
Ozzy was never just an artist.
He was a **movement**, a **myth**, a madman with a mic who turned pain into poetry and chaos into a call for unity. His voice was the howl of the outcast, the anthem of the broken, and the soundtrack of countless lives.
Now, as Ozzy takes his place among the stars, he is welcomed by those who paved the path of distortion before him — the thunderous legends of metal’s pantheon.
**Lemmy Kilmister. Ronnie James Dio. Vinnie Paul. Dimebag Darrell. Taylor Hawkins. Joey Jordison. Paul Di’Anno. Aaron Rossi. Jeff Hanneman. Clive Burr. Randy Rhoads.**
These weren’t just musicians.
They were **prophets of distortion**, **warriors of rhythm**, and **architects of chaos and harmony alike**. They gave us noise that healed, fury that freed, and silence that could never compete.
Now, in the great beyond, they reunite to form the ultimate celestial supergroup. Blazing riffs echo across the cosmos. Cymbals crash like thunder. And Ozzy, with his arms raised to the sky, sings once more — for the gods, for the fans, and for eternity.
The stage is eternal. The music never dies.
Rest in power, Ozzy.
