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