Fertile earth Pales who procreates everything
Rockbound spring that fed the twin-brothers with nectar
This young bull which he carried on his shoulders

According to his ways
And I have received it I have borne on my shoulders the
Greatest things of the gods

Sweet are the livers of the birds, but care reigns
Over he who is piously reborn and created by sweet
Things

You must conduct the rite through clouded times
Together
And here as the first the ram runs exactly on his

Course
And you saved us after having she'd the eternal blood
Accept, O holy Father, accept the incense-burning

Lions, through whom we offer the incense, through whom
We ourselves are consumed
And hail to the lions for many and new years

Hail to the lions for many and new years
Hail to the lions


Mithras, god of the morning, our trumpets waken the
Wall
Rome is above the nations, but thou art over all

Now as the names are answered, and the guards are
Marched away
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day


Mithras, god of the noontide, thy heather swims in the
Heat

Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our
Feet
Now in the ungirt hour, now ere we blink and drowse

Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows

Mithras, lord of ages, below you we march

Invincible sun, the flame of life, you dwell within our
Hearts


Mithras, god of the sunset, low on the western main
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn

Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn

Mithras, lord of the midnight, here where the great

Bull dies
Look on thy children in darkness, oh take our sacrifice
Many roads thou hast fashioned, all of them lead to the

Light
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright


Mithras, lord of ages, below you we march
Invincible sun, the flame of life, you dwell within our
Hearts

Mithras, lord of ages, below you we march
Unconquerable sun, the flame of life, you dwell within
Our hearts