HITMAN™ 2 Original Soundtrack by Niels Bye Nielsen.

Hitman 2 Original Soundtrack

Three-Headed Serpent

CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS PROJECT NOVA MISSION OST

Song: Amoebacrew - One Hard Step
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Riptide GP: Renegade OST; Amoebacrew - One Hard Step

The journey begins
Starts from within
Things that I need to know

The song of the bird
Echoed in words
Flying for the need to fly

Thoughts endless in flight
Day turns to night
Questions you ask your soul

Which way do I go?
How fast is too slow?
The journey has its time within us

If a man can fly over an ocean
And no mountains can get in his way
Will he fly on forever
Searching for something to believe

From above I can see from the heavens
Down below I see the storm rages on
And somewhere in the answer
There is a hope to carry on

When I finally return
Things that I learn
Carry me back to home

The thoughts that I feed
Planting a seed
With time will begin to grow

The more that I try
The more that I fly
The answer in itself will be there

The Journey Home (Ft. Amy Wallace) (Ace Combat 5 Epic Cover)

01 The Gravewalker

Darkest Dungeon II (Original Video Game Soundtrack)

A Dark Song (The Jester)

YOSHIMITSU

peace (intro)

Aethervault is a word born from two ancient roots:

Aether — the unseen essence once believed to fill the heavens; the breath between worlds, where forgotten gods whisper and lost souls drift.

Vault — a sealed chamber, a prison, a treasury of forbidden knowledge.

Together, they form a concept haunted by duality:

Aethervault — the sealed chamber where the unseen is kept.

It is not merely a structure, but a threshold, a containment, a sanctuary for truths too dangerous to breathe open air.

They built it deep within the forest, where the mist never lifts and sunlight dies before touching the ground. The Aethervault— that was the name whispered in the forbidden archives. No records of its construction exist, only fragments of symbols burned into parchment and warnings written in languages long forgotten.

The structure was not meant for worship, nor for study. It was containment. Within its stone heart, the architects of the Veiled Order sought to bind what they could not destroy — a consciousness vast and ancient, a fragment of something that predated human thought.

Those who served within the Gate did not call themselves scientists or priests. They were intermediaries, recording phenomena they could never understand, their writings slowly warping into prayer. When the experiments ceased, the Gate was sealed, its halls lined with sigils that bled rust and memory.

Now, centuries later, the door glows faintly again — a dim, amber pulse beneath the vines and decay. The forest breathes around it, patient and listening, as if waiting for the inevitable return of what once was bound.

The Void Remembers. 

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