To the poet of seduction, I call to thee,

Oh grand maiden of the rock by the stream,

Passionate and virtuous Lorelei, I beg for gentle release,

From the anguish and lament that lorn my heart,

Take me away from this life with thy splendor appeal,

Take me from this life where none is full of zeal.

I beg thee to rid me of this curse,

I careth not if my descendants suffer in perverse,

So long as I no longer have to bear such irritable pain,

I careth not if I die in vain,

Oh sweet and heavenly Lorelei.

I beg thee to be the sword that delivers the killing blow,

Send me to the flames of hell where I shalt be warm and free,

Send me to the Devil where he and I will drink the sanguine wine.

For thou art the poet of seduction,

Where the drowned fisherman no longer breathe,

So please, diademed Lorelei,

Take me in thy arms,

Let me feel the warmth of thine bosom,

As we drift 'neath the depths of the sea,

So I can feel thy gentle release.