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!