Lord Of Ages 歌词

Fertile earth pallas who procreates everything Rock-bound spring that fed the twin brothers with nectar This young bull that he carried on his shoulders According to his ways and I have received it I have borne on my shoulders the greatest things of the gods Sweet are the livers of the birds but care reigns over He who is piously reborn and created by sweet things You must conduct the right through clouded times together And here, as the first the ram runs exactly on his course And you saved us after having shed the eternal blood Accept oh holy father Accept the incense-burning lions Through whom we offer the incense Through whom we ourselves are consumed And hail to the lions For many a new years Hail to the lions For many a new years Hail to the lions! Mithras, God of the morning Our trumpets waken the world 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!