Morella was a friend of mine I never loved her, but we married She made me happy in a way I can't explain A kind of mystic happiness Talking of philosophy we spent many hours May awareness of yourself still survive to death? I was very happy then, listenin' to her Till a day, a fatal day, joy was turned to hate! Hating my Morella I wished her to die Illness fell upon her, she began to fade She told me to listen, "I've something to tell: Who you never loved in life, you will love in death" [Chorus] "This is the day of days, the day to live and die, for all The daughters of death and sky Tonight we're gonna die, but I will live again The time of pain for you has began" Growin' up day by day, pretty little girl Our daughter I did love more than you can now So resembling to her mother, too wise for a child I never gave a name to her, until she was ten I had to baptize her, we went to the church And the priest he asked me the name of the girl Still I don't know why "Morella" did I say Screaming "Here I am!" my little daughter died [Chorus] And when I went to our family's tomb to bury the second Morella, I didn't find any sign of the First. And I began to laugh... and laugh... and laugh...