Blackest of the Sabbaths

Sonnet to a sonic juggernaut on its 55th birthday

Warner Music Group

Dedicated to the album that begat a genre and the face that launched a thousand shrieks.

Blackest Of The Sabbaths

Venomous verse By Spyder Darling

Still falls the rain

Veils of darkness shroud the blackened trees

Contorted by a freezing pain

They shed their tired leaves

And bend their boughs like broken wings

As a mournful pulse haunts that ground

A ghostly maiden turns to sing

But from her mouth comes not a sound

Leave the vocals to Ozzy

Let Geezer bring the bass

On guitar it’s the one and only Iommi

As Bill Ward pounds the pace

Is it dream or reality

Put on side B and see

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