At the old Rhine ages ago
Up the rock above the hill
Loreley sat and sang with grace
So thousands of ships where killed

Seven virgins enticed the lost
Her desire, their command
So the seas they needed to cross
They would never see again

Can't you see her golden eyes
This magic spell takes you to hell
And drops you out of sight

Sailors tried to find
(the) throne in the sky
Hear their doomed souls cry
(to the) throne in the sky
Don't take the choice
So her graceful voice
Will ever be your guide, no