Sol Invictus
Arising with the morn,
Returning with the Dawn -
Setting the sky afire
The invincible sun!
Mithras, immortal god,
Lead us to the battle front -
Our legions are moving out
Bathed in the light of thy glory!
God of the morning,
Thou, slayer of the bull -
Give us strength to fight
Grant us the honor to die...
Mithras, invincible sun,
Thy brilliant rays of light
Illuminate the sigils carved
On the formation of our shields:
We march away
To distant lands
To set for thee a shrine
In ivory and gold...
Mithras, invincible sun.
Thou, slayer of the bull
Give us the honor to stand
And face the enemy anon!
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