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, 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, God 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!
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