At the old Rhine ages ago,
Up the rock above the hill
Loreley sat and sang with grace
So thousands of ships where killed
Canīt 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
Donīt take the choice
So her graceful voice
Will ever be your guide, no
Seven virgins enticed the lost
Her desire, their command
So the seas they needed to cross
They would never see again
canīt you see her golden eyes
this magic spell takes you to hell
and drops you out of sight
the sailors tried to find
the throne in the sky
hear their doomed souls cry
throne in the sky
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