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