Luyện nghe bài hát Mithras

Mithras, God of the morning, our waken the wall!
is above nations, but thou art over all'

Mithras, God of the morning, our waken the wall!
'Rome is above nations, but thou art all'
Now as the are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us for the day!

Mithras, God of the sunset, low on the main,
Thou descending immortal, immortal to again!
Now when the watch is ended, now the wine is drawn
Mithras a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!

Many roads thou has fashioned: all of them to the light,
Mithras, the soul of a soldier, us to die aright.

Mithras! Mithras!

Mithras, god of midnight, here the great bull dies,
Look on thy childern in darkness, oh our sacrifice!

Mithras, God of the noontide, the heather in the heat,
Our helmets scorch our foreheads; our sandals our feet,
Now in the hour; now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras a soldier, keep us true to our vows!

Mithras, God of midnight, here where the bull dies,
Look on thy in darkness, oh take our sacrifice!

Many roads thou has all of them lead to the light,
Mithras, also a soldier, us to die aright.

Mithras! Mithras! Mithras! Mithras!