Prince of Darkness

In shadows deep, he carved his name,
A rebel soul, untamed by fame.
With iron voice and haunted eyes,
He sang beneath electric skies.

The Prince of Darkness took the stage,
A storm of sound, a sacred rage.
Through Sabbath nights and solo flight,
He lit the dark with blinding light.

A star in flesh, wild and bold,
His tales of madness, legends told.
Yet now he rests beyond the flame,
The cosmos whispers still his name.

No longer bound by mortal breath,
He dances past the edge of death.
A burning star, forever bright,
He rides the riffs of endless night.

So raise your horns, let silence break,
For Ozzy’s soul, the stars awake.
The Prince of Darkness, never gone,
He sings above the great beyond.

MiKa