One day, though we try not to think about it, **this Metal God will not be with us on this planet**. But until that day comes, we – his fans, his followers, and those who carry his music like a sacred banner – will keep the spirit of Ozzy Osbourne alive, loud, and proud.
To the one and only **Godfather of Metal, Ozzy Osbourne**, this is more than a letter. It’s a thank you. A thank you for everything you’ve given to generations of metalheads, misfits, rebels, and dreamers.
From the very moment **Black Sabbath** unleashed a sound the world had never heard, you were its undeniable, electrifying heart. It wasn’t just the thunderous riffs or the eerie, doom-laden atmosphere that changed music forever; it was your voice – raw, haunting, and completely unforgettable. A voice that seemed to come not just from the stage, but from deep within the soul of every fan who heard it.
You gave us anthems that became more than just songs. They became **soundtracks to our lives**. When the world felt heavy, we found solace in tracks like “Iron Man,” “Paranoid,” and “War Pigs.” When we wanted to celebrate, we screamed along to “Crazy Train,” feeling that same rush of reckless, unstoppable energy you poured into every note.
You’ve made us laugh too – sometimes by accident, sometimes by design – because behind the Prince of Darkness persona, there’s always been that wry, self-deprecating humor that made you more real than any rock legend should ever be. In you, we didn’t just see a god of metal; we saw a flawed, funny, fiercely human spirit who never pretended to be perfect.
Your music has been more than rebellion. It’s been **permission** – permission to be loud, to be strange, to feel deeply and to never apologize for who we are. You gave us the courage to raise our horns high, even when the world told us to quiet down.
And you didn’t stop there. Beyond the stage, beyond the spotlight, you shared your struggles openly: with addiction, with illness, with fame itself. You showed us that darkness isn’t something to hide from, but something to face – and even laugh at. In doing so, you taught us that vulnerability doesn’t weaken the music; it gives it soul.
But until that day when silence must come – when the amps are turned off for good and the stage stands empty – we will keep the music alive. We will **pass it down** like sacred scripture of heavy metal, playing your records to our kids, our grandkids, and anyone who will listen.
We’ll keep telling the stories: of the bat, the doves, the wild tours, and the quieter moments that proved the legend is also a man. Because it’s all part of the truth: Ozzy Osbourne, the artist who shocked the world, and the man who loved it back.
Thank you, Ozzy. For every lyric that spoke to our struggles. For every note that made our hearts race. For every show where we lost our voices screaming your name.
And thank you for proving that **even gods of metal are human** – and that’s what makes them immortal.
With the deepest respect,
*A grateful fan, Craig Siderio*
> “As an independent artist myself,” Craig adds, “I’d appreciate it if you all can give my new single a play.” Because at the end of the day, that’s the circle Ozzy helped create: musicians inspiring fans, and fans daring to become musicians themselves.
So until that day comes, we will keep playing your music. We will keep raising our horns to the sky. And we will keep reminding the world:
**Ozzy Osbourne didn’t just give us heavy metal. He gave us the courage to live loudly, love fiercely, and never apologize for who we truly are.** 🎸🕶️🤘