Mithras the Sun-God
Was a jolly happy soul,
And he slew a bull
On solstice day
So the world would not get cold.
Mithras the Sun-God
Is a solar myth they say,
But the Gnostics know
He obeyed the crow
And he killed that bull one day.
The Sun required a sacrifice
To keep from getting dim,
And when Mithras slew the bull, old Sol
Came down to feast with him.
Mithras the Sun-God
He saved the world from Night,
And his immolation
Also brought salvation
To the men who sought the Light.
_Pater accipe, Sancte accipe
Thuricremos leones,
Per quos thuradamus,
Per quos consumimur
Ipsi, O Meithra!_
Mithras the Sun-God
Asia Minor was his home,
But his chosen priest
Travelled from the East
And established his cult at Rome.
Mithras the Sun-God
Had an initiatory cult,
Through seven degrees
They sought Light and Peace
In a subterranean vault.
There must have been some magic
In that Phrygian cap he wore,
For when they placed it on their heads
His initiates were reborn.
Jesus the Sun-God
Made Mithras go away,
But he waved goodbye
Saying 'Don't you cry,
I'll be back again some day!
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