Fly blue sky, voices keep calling,
Bidding me [bad word] 
Why maiden land,
Luring me closer, forbiden land.

And as I'm Standing closer,
Those natives step beyond. 

Release the mortal patterns,
My mind I post beyond.

Spinning in circles,
Miracles happen,
As lower life shows me in to my doom,
Spirit will striken,
The end [bad word] soon.

This is termination,
The [bad word] of your life.

Gliding through skies, 
voices keep callin'.
Bidding me [bad word] 
white maiden lands.
Luring me closer,
forbidden land.
And dazzled standing closer,
those maidens tempt me on.
Release the mortal patterns,
my mind I post beyond.
Spinning in circles,
miracles happen.
As Loreli's shores bleed,
into my doom,
fear has been stricken,
the end [bad word] soon.
This is termination,
the [bad word] of your life.