Liberi Fatali
Nobuo Uematsu - Final Fantasy VIII Lyrics
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Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Cunae sunt non
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Somnus est non
Surgite
Inventite
Veni hortum veritatis
Horti verna veritatis
Ardente veritate
Urite mala mundi
Ardente veritate
Incendite tenebras mundi
Valete, liberi
Diebus fatalibus
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
The lyrics to Nobuo Uematsu's "Liberi Fatali" from Final Fantasy VIII are a Latin chant that exclaims "Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec" repeatedly throughout the song. The opening lines, "Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei," translate to "Awaken from your sleep, my children." The second line, "Cunae sunt non," roughly translates to "You are not infants." The following lines, "Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali; Somnus est non," carry a more ominous tone and suggest the children are not only awakening from sleep but also from a "fatal slumber," or possibly suggesting they are awakening to their own mortality.
The rest of the lyrics include a call to action to "Inventite" and "Surgite," to "burn the evils of the world" with the "Ardente veritate" (burning truth), while also welcoming in the "Horti verna veritatis" (spring garden of truth). The final lines "Valete, liberi, diebus fatalibus," roughly translate to "Farewell, children, on the fateful day."
Overall, the lyrics of "Liberi Fatali" suggest a call to action for individuals to awaken to the truth of the world around them and to take action to dispel its darkness. The use of Latin adds a sense of grandeur or significance to the chant, which is fitting for the epic nature of the video game.
Line by Line Meaning
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Unknown language, likely to be an incantation
Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Wake up, my children, from your sleep
Cunae sunt non
You are not in your cradles anymore
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Wake up, my fated children, from your sleep
Somnus est non
There is no more sleep
Surgite
Rise up
Inventite
Discover
Veni hortum veritatis
Come to the garden of truth
Horti verna veritatis
In the spring garden of truth
Ardente veritate
With the burning truth
Urite mala mundi
Burn the evils of the world
Ardente veritate
With the burning truth
Incendite tenebras mundi
Ignite the darkness of the world
Valete, liberi
Farewell, my children
Diebus fatalibus
On fateful days
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Unknown language, likely to be an incantation
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Unknown language, likely to be an incantation
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Unknown language, likely to be an incantation
Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec
Unknown language, likely to be an incantation
Contributed by Camden J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.