Fertile earth palace who procreates everything
Rock-bound spring that fed the twin brothers with nectar
This young bull which he carried on his golden shoulders according to his ways
And after 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 rites 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, oh 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 a new years
Hail to the lions, for many a 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, the 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 a'right!
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!
Uncomparable sun, the flame of life
You dwell within our hearts