Fate work in misterious and ironic ways.
The date: December 8th.
The year: 2004.
A date famous (or infamous) for a sad and terrible assassination. Five bullets shot. One legend lost.
Fast forward exactly 24 years. A guitar master, some even would say a guitar god. The man who told us metal wasn't dead back in the 90's.
Four years prior, his band split up. One sickened, twisted fan didn't like the news.
December 8th, 2004. Columbus, Ohio. Damageplan playing a show.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fifteen shots fired. The killer shot down. Four fatal victims. One more legend lost.
On this night most remember Jonn Lennon. I remeber him too. But let's not forget our other fallen brother. Dimebag Darrell Abbott, we remember you.
Rock in peace.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Fate work in misterious and ironic ways.
The date: December 8th.
The year: 2004.
A date famous (or infamous) for a sad and terrible assassination. Five bullets shot. One legend lost.
Fast forward exactly 24 years. A guitar master, some even would say a guitar god. The man who told us metal wasn't dead back in the 90's.
Four years prior, his band split up. One sickened, twisted fan didn't like the news.
December 8th, 2004. Columbus, Ohio. Damageplan playing a show.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fifteen shots fired. The killer shot down. Four fatal victims. One more legend lost.
On this night most remember Jonn Lennon. I remeber him too. But let's not forget our other fallen brother. Dimebag Darrell Abbott, we remember you.
Rock in peace.
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