"So we've got Benedictine monks living in the floorboards, unfortunately. We have set some traps with fresh bread and brandy, though..."
Estuans Interius
Ira Vehementi
Sephiroth!
Ira Vehementi
Sephiroth!
— One-Winged Angel, the final boss theme to Final Fantasy VII
Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei.
Cunae sunt non.
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali.
Somnus est non.
Surgite!
Invenite!
Veni hortum veritatis,
Horti verna veritatis.
Ardente veritate
Urite mala mundi.
Ardente veritate
Incendite tenebras mundi.
Valete, liberi,
Diebus fatalibus.
Cunae sunt non.
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali.
Somnus est non.
Surgite!
Invenite!
Veni hortum veritatis,
Horti verna veritatis.
Ardente veritate
Urite mala mundi.
Ardente veritate
Incendite tenebras mundi.
Valete, liberi,
Diebus fatalibus.
Wake up from your sleep, my children.
Your childhood years are gone.
Wake up from your sleep, fated children.
Your slumber is over.
Arise!
Search!
Come to the garden of truth,
The spring of the garden of truth.
With the fiery truth
Burn away the evils of the world.
With the fiery truth
Light up the darkness of the world.
Be strong, children,
On the fated days.
Your childhood years are gone.
Wake up from your sleep, fated children.
Your slumber is over.
Arise!
Search!
Come to the garden of truth,
The spring of the garden of truth.
With the fiery truth
Burn away the evils of the world.
With the fiery truth
Light up the darkness of the world.
Be strong, children,
On the fated days.
—Liberi Fatali, Final Fantasy VIII
Ragnarok, de Dies Irae, l'Cie Pultis
Tuum fatum sequeris, tuum sanctuarium affligeas
Per somnum aeternum
Numen divinum dictus est, viator elamentabilis
Tuum fatum sequeris, tuum sanctuarium affligeas
Per somnum aeternum
Numen divinum dictus est, viator elamentabilis
Ragnarok, come Day of Wrath, O Pulse l'Cie
Embrace thy fate, thine home to burn
That fallen souls might bare our plea
To hasten the Divine's return, O piteous Wanderer
Embrace thy fate, thine home to burn
That fallen souls might bare our plea
To hasten the Divine's return, O piteous Wanderer
—Fighting Fate, Final Fantasy XIII
Si vic pacem, parabelum,
Post proelium praemium!
Audentes fortuna juvat
Acta est fabula!
Sic transit gloria mundi
Deo optimo maximo,
Audentes fortuna juvat,
Acta Est Fabula!
Post proelium praemium!
Audentes fortuna juvat
Acta est fabula!
Sic transit gloria mundi
Deo optimo maximo,
Audentes fortuna juvat,
Acta Est Fabula!
— Get Undead, Larva Mortus
Nos Sumus,
Magni Eri.
Munitores,
Pyramidum.
Magni Eri.
Munitores,
Pyramidum.
Lux! Umbra!
Vita! Mors!
Concordia! Chaos!
Chaos deus mortis!
Spiritus illius producit Mortem!
Chaos deus exitii!
Tenebrae illius devorant omnia!
Vita! Mors!
Concordia! Chaos!
Chaos deus mortis!
Spiritus illius producit Mortem!
Chaos deus exitii!
Tenebrae illius devorant omnia!
Mozart: "Confutatis maledictis" - when the wicked are confounded. "Flammis Acribus Addictis." How would you translate that?
Salieri: Consigned to flames of woe.
Mozart: Do you believe in it?
Salieri: What?
Mozart: A fire which never dies, burning you forever?
Salieri: Oh, yes.
Meas Stigmata - sanguine sunt sinistrae.
— Cardia ver 2 final boss theme from Trauma Center (Atlus).
Qarr: Just one question: what's the deal with the music?
Lee: Oh, that? That's just the choir of dead pedophiles.
Cedrik: We snip 'em fresh every morning so they keep that high pitch.
Nero: Call me old-fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Choir: Bunkus! Nonsuch! Gibberos! Gobbleygoos!
Lee: Oh, that? That's just the choir of dead pedophiles.
Cedrik: We snip 'em fresh every morning so they keep that high pitch.
Nero: Call me old-fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Choir: Bunkus! Nonsuch! Gibberos! Gobbleygoos!
"Alright, ten more minutes of chanting and then you guys have to go to bed."
— Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Amends"
Angel: [handing Doyle a spellbook] Doyle, chant.
Doyle: Oh, man, Latin. One of those dead languages you always mean to learn.
Doyle: Oh, man, Latin. One of those dead languages you always mean to learn.
"Oh mah koreh, oh mah, mah koreh... Oh mah koreh, oh mah, ma koreh..." Translation
Ave, Ave, Versus Christus! Translation
Ave, Ave, Versus Christus!
Ave, Ave, Versus Christus!
Ave Satani! Translation
Sanguis Bibimus Translation
Corpus Edimus Translation
Tolle Corpus Satani! Translation
Satani!
SATANI!
Ave, Ave, Versus Christus!
Ave, Ave, Versus Christus!
Ave Satani! Translation
Sanguis Bibimus Translation
Corpus Edimus Translation
Tolle Corpus Satani! Translation
Satani!
SATANI!
"The Dramatic Choir. This is when the composer of a film decides he or she wants the movie to sound more epic, so a full-on choir is brought in to sing straight-up gibberish that sounds like some sort of dead language."
— The Nostalgia Critic, "Top 11 Coolest Cliches"
Fast-paced organ music and a haunting vocal chorus accompanies your epic struggle.