⏳ BREAKING NEWS: Massive Swarm of Bats Darkens Texas Sky Over Capitol 🦇 Austin, Texas – July 22, 2025 In a dramatic and surreal display of nature, tens of thousands of bats swarmed the skies over the Texas State Capitol last night, casting a dark cloud across downtown Austin and leaving onlookers stunned. The event occurred just after sunset, when the swarm erupted from nearby bat roosts—most likely originating from the Ann W. Richards Congress Avenue Bridge, known for housing the largest urban bat colony in North America. However, officials report that the sheer volume and scale of this swarm were unlike anything seen before.

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⏳ BREAKING NEWS: Massive Swarm of Bats Darkens Texas Sky Over Capitol 🦇 Austin, Texas – July 22, 2025 A surreal and haunting spectacle unfolded […]

Geezer Butler He showed up barefoot on my doorstep. That’s how it all began. No fanfare, no lightning bolt from the sky — just a young man with a wild grin and a spark in his eye that didn’t quite match the worn soles of his feet. “Okay,” I said, half-joking, “you’re in the band.” I had no idea I’d just opened the door to 57 years of madness, laughter, music, and, eventually, the kind of grief that clutches your chest and makes the world a little dimmer. Ozzy Osbourne wasn’t just the frontman of Black Sabbath. To me, he was the laugh that echoed through the chaos, the friend who always picked up the phone when life hurt too much to speak. Even now, as I try to put this all into words, I still see him — not the myth, not the legend, but the man. The Ozzy who’d give you the shirt off his back, then moon you to lighten the mood. The one who, even in his final days, dragged himself into rehearsals with a cane sparkling like something out of a pirate’s treasure chest. He could barely stand. He barely spoke. But damn it, he showed up. That’s who he was. We had drifted, as people do. After our 2017 tour, life took us in different directions. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in years — until Aston Villa brought us back together. Standing again in that stadium where we’d once run wild as kids, something clicked. It felt like coming home, in the most bittersweet way. July 5, at Villa Park, was our last bow. But none of us knew it. We thought we had more time. Isn’t that always the story? At the rehearsal, I saw the toll time and illness had taken. It hurt. Ozzy, once larger than life, needed help just to get through a few songs. But he didn’t complain. He sat, he sang, and he smiled that crooked smile that said, “Let’s do this one more time.” We didn’t talk much that night. We should’ve. But backstage, with cameras flashing and people buzzing, it all felt like a blur. There was no hug, no epic farewell. Just a handshake, a cake, and a hole in my chest I couldn’t name at the time. I keep thinking about all the things I should’ve said. I should’ve told him how much I admired his strength, how his loyalty shaped my own. I should’ve told him he was the heart of Sabbath — not just the scream, not just the spectacle, but the soul. I should’ve thanked him for those late-night calls, especially when my son was fighting for his life. Ozzy called every day, even when we weren’t speaking. That was who he was — more than a bat-biting wild man, more than the Prince of Darkness. He was the Prince of Laughter. A man with a filthy joke on his lips and a golden heart beating underneath. People will remember the madness — the doves, the Alamo, the chaos. But I’ll remember a man who, when no one else was watching, reached out his hand and held tight. I’ll remember the invisible bond between us four — Ozzy, Tony, Bill, and me — forged in smoke, sweat, and sound. We were brothers once. We always will be. And now, the house is quiet. The music’s stopped. I keep listening for that laugh, that off-key hum, that Ozzy-ism that made even the darkest days feel absurdly light. But it’s gone, and the silence is deafening. I wish we had more time, mate. I wish I had just one more night, one more laugh, one more song. But as you always said — wish in one hand, and, well, you know the rest. Rest easy, Oz. It’s been one hell of a ride. Ozzy Osbourne ❤️

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Ozzy Osbourne was known for his wild stage persona and outrageous rock star antics, but behind the scenes, he had a heart of gold, according […]

When headlines announced “Yungblud pays tribute to Ozzy Osbourne,” not everyone was instantly impressed. One fan even admitted, “I honestly went, ‘Who the hell is this guy?’” But what started with skepticism quickly turned into something far more emotional—and unforgettable. It happened during Yungblud’s performance on the Back To The Beginning tour, where a now-viral thumbnail of Ozzy Osbourne embracing the young rocker sparked curiosity across the internet. What followed was a deeply moving rendition of Black Sabbath’s classic “Changes”—a performance that didn’t just cover a song, but poured soul, pain, and reverence into every note. 🤘 Viewers across the globe have been echoing the same reaction: “By the end, I was in tears. Real, ugly-cry tears.” Yungblud’s raw emotional delivery struck a nerve, proving he wasn’t there to impress—he was there to honor. To many, it felt like a son singing for a father, and Ozzy’s presence—smiling, hugging, eyes glistening—only deepened the impact.🤟 The performance has since been hailed as one of the most powerful tributes in modern rock history… Watch here 👇 👉👇👇

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Yungblud—who covered Black Sabbath’s “Changes” during Ozzy Osbourne’s final show—said he will be playing the 1972 track “every night” for the rest of his life […]

“He Just Looked At Me… Like He Was Waiting For Me To Be Ready.” As The World Mourns The Icon, Sharon Osbourne Grieves The Quiet Goodbye Only She Truly Heard. No screaming guitars. No stadium lights. Just silence — and a hand she’d held for over forty years. In a tearful, trembling voice, Sharon Osbourne recounted the final moments with the man the world knew as a rock god — but she knew simply as home. “He just looked at me… like he was waiting for me to be ready,” she whispered. “There were no words. Just that look — and then his fingers, gently tightening around mine.” For decades, Ozzy Osbourne was chaos incarnate: the wild frontman, the rebel, the storm. But to Sharon, he was the stillness in her most fragile hours. She didn’t speak of fame or headlines. She remembered hospital rooms and whispered jokes. Socks he warmed by the fire for her. The way he’d hum to their dog when he thought no one was listening. “He wasn’t the Prince of Darkness to me,” she said, wiping away tears. “He was the man who brushed the hair from my eyes when I was too sick to move.” Their last night wasn’t loud. There were no goodbyes. Just breaths — slowing together. Hands — refusing to let go. “He didn’t need to speak,” Sharon said. “That last squeeze… that was him telling me he loved me. That he was ready — and that it was okay if I was too.” In the end, Ozzy didn’t leave the way he lived. Not with fire, but with grace. Not in noise, but in love. And the silence he left behind… still echoes louder than any scream…

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Ozzy Osbourne’s family have accompanied the rock legend’s coffin on an emotional final journey through his home city, watched on by thousands of fans who […]