A "Christmas Carol"

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Mithras, our Saviour
Was born on Mithrasday
To save us all from Evil's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In the cosmic egg, in Persia,
This blessed Sol was born
And he went out to slay a bull
Upon this blessed morn
There is none Invictius life
Which you should take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From Sol, our Heavenly Father
A blessed Pater came;
And unto certain Corax
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in the Cosmic Egg was born
The Light of Sol by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then," said Pater,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Evil's power and might."
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

The Corax at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to the vast cave straightway
The Light of Sol to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

And when they came to Cosmic Egg
Where our dear Invictus lay,
They found Him slaying the bull,
Where oxen feed on hay;
The Light of Sol was beaming down,
Unto the Sol did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Light sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Mithras
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Have a good Mithrasday and may the Invincible God Mithras defend and protect us