Mithros
Child of sun
Let the enemy cower and run
With armor made of gold
Tales are always being told
Of your bravery in battle and of your pride
Of how you watched your brother's kingdom fall and smiled as the raka died
No one dared cover the truth, no one dared to hide
They knew they would be found out and killed on the ride
Mithros of mages
Give us the power to free us from the cages
Mithros of law
Protect us from the screams of people long dead and drive them away and let their throats run raw
Mithros of war
Protect us in battle like you did to kings in battles of gore
Mithros of fire
Protect us when times run dire
Child of sun
Let the enemy cower and run
With armor made of gold
Tales are always being told
Of your bravery in battle and of your pride
Of how you watched your brother's kingdom fall and smiled as the raka died
No one dared cover the truth, no one dared to hide
They knew they would be found out and killed on the ride
Tales are always being told
Of the god dressed in armor of gold