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 shed 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