But the music swelled, the vocals reaching a high, piercing peak that sounded like a warning. The shadows grew long, reaching for the Auditore palace. Ezio looked at his brother one last time in the fading light, the melody etching itself into his soul—a song he would carry through the streets of Rome, the canals of Venice, and the fires of his own rebirth.
As the first few notes of a familiar melody drifted from a distant balcony—a woman singing a wordless, soaring lament—Ezio closed his eyes. He didn't know that by dawn, the laughter of his family would be replaced by the cold snap of a gallows rope. He didn't know that the fine cape on his shoulders would be traded for the white hood of a ghost, or that his Florentine swagger would harden into the calculated stride of an Assassin. assassins_creed_2_ost_jesper_kyd_ezios_family_t...
The sun vanished. The song remained. And the Eagle began its long, lonely flight. But the music swelled, the vocals reaching a
"The best," Ezio replied, though he felt a strange, chilling vibration in the air, like a chord struck on a lute that refused to stop humming. As the first few notes of a familiar