Noli manare, manare in memoria

Derived from the song Advent: One-Winged Angel (obviously from the Advent Children soundtrack), this piece of battle music is sung in Latin, just like songs from other Final Fantasy games are like. Translated, it means: Do not stay behind, stay behind in my memory.

Being a sucker for foreign languages, I love it how they can interweave a beautiful piece of music with mystically-sung Latin. My current favourite song: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children – The Promised Land is a fine example of such masterpieces. Though many of my friends don’t seem to appreciate it, with some saying it sounds like a requiem and, in Wai Hong’s words, “like Jesus Christ coming to my house”. LOL.

Latin lyrics for Advent: One-Winged Angel:

Noli manere, manare in memoria (x2)
Sephiroth, Sephiroth
Saevam iram, iram et dolorem (x2)
Sephiroth, Sephiroth

Ferum terribile, ferum fatum
Noli manare, manere in memoria (x2)
Sephiroth, Sephiroth

Veni, mi fili. Veni, mi fili
Hic veni, da mihi mortem iterum
Veni, mi fili. Veni, mi fili
Hic veni, da mihi…

Noli manere in memoria
Saevam iram et dolorem
Ferum terribile fatum
Ille iterum veniet

Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili (x4)

Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili
(Qui mortem invitavis)
Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili
(Poena funesta natus)
Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili
(Noli nomen vocare)
Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili
(Ille iterum veniet)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth

Sephiroth

And the proper translation:

Do not stay behind, stay behind in my memory (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth

Towards raging anger, anger and pain (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth

Horrible wild (thing), wild fate

Do not stay behind, stay behind in my memory (x2)

Come, my son
Come here, give to me death again
Come, my son
Come here, give me…

Stay behind in my memory
Towards raging anger, anger and pain
Horrible wild (thing), wild fate
That (one) again will come

My son, come, come, come, my son (x4)

My son, come, come, come, my son
(He who has entertained death)
My son, come, come, come, my son
(Punishment polluted by death having sprung forth)
My son, come, come, come, my son
(Do not call my name)
My son, come, come, come, my son
(That [one] again will come)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth

Sephiroth

Latin lyrics for The Promised Land:

Cur in gremio haeremus? (x2)

Cur poenam cordi parvo damus? (x4)

Stella nobis non concessit non concessit (x4)

Stella nobis non concessit non concessit (x4)

In terram fluens
Terram fluens
Venarum pulsus in terram fluens (x2)

Parvum pulsus cormor temducens (x3)
Cormor temducens

Vita mollis in stellam redeunt (x4)

Animam sacrifare necessere est? (x4)

Cur in gremio haeremus? (x4)

Cur veniam petimus? In terra fatali? (x4)

And the translation (might be inaccurate):

Why do we stay in the cradle?
Why do we provide suffering to (our) little heart?

Our star did not leave us, did not leave us
Our star did not leave us, did not leave us

The pulse of veins flowing in the earth
Faint, faint pulse

Heart leading to death
(And) the weak life return to the star
Is it necessary to sacrify the soul?

Why do we stay in the cradle?
Why do we beg for mercy?
In the fatal earth?

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Study group today wasn’t that successful, but still, studied more than what I did at home.