Sol Invictus (Folkodia)

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!