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Candle in the Madness – A Tribute to Ozzy Osbourne | AEROwave Original

A final salute to the Prince of Darkness. Candle in the Madness is a heavy, haunting tribute to Ozzy Osbourne — the voice that lit the dark and gave power to the outcast. Inspired by the doom-laden sound of his early days, this track mourns the loss of a legend while celebrating the fire he left behind. The stage may be silent, but his echoes will never fade. Rest in power, Ozzy. Lyrics [Verse 1] The storm has taken its final toll, No more tears to lose, no more rock to roll. You walked the line with fire in your veins, A haunted crown, forged in thunder and chains. [Verse 2] You danced with demons, laughed at death, Screamed at the silence with every breath. The bat-winged prophet of the night, You lit the dark with poisoned light. [Pre-Chorus] Now the stage is cold, but your echoes remain, In every shattered soul that still howls your name. [Chorus] You were a candle in the madness, A voice through the blackest sky. Born of iron and sadness, You taught the damned how to fly. Now the lights go low, but we’ll never forget — The prince who lived with no regret. [Verse 3] From Sabbath's birth to solo flame, You wore your wounds and owned the blame. A broken saint in leather and steel, Too raw to fake, too real to kneel. [Bridge] Through the ashes and the wine, You turned your pain into a sign. A trail of riffs, a choir of scars, Still shining through the smoke and stars… [Chorus] You were a candle in the madness, A scream in the howling void. From the gutter to the palace, You gave the freaks a voice. Though your final breath has sung its tune, Your flame still dances with the moon. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] No more shadows left to chase, No more chaos to embrace. But in our bones, your spirit stays, Forever lost in purple haze. [Final Chorus – Extended] You were a candle in the madness, A soul carved in burning gold. The legend, the sadness, The heart that refused to grow old. Now the curtain falls, but your fire survives — In every riff, you stay alive. [Outro] Rest now, wild one… The throne is yours in hell or heaven.