Deep in the sultry dark heart of the Vieux Carre
There is an infamous house of horrid obscenity
Its legacy of cruelty written in innocents' blood
They say the ghosts of the defiled haunt its halls
But far worse is the pale mistress with ebon hair
Stalking the shadows, a whip in her delicate hand
She is the high society devil of 1140 Rue Royale
Vicious and wanton for pain ... Madame LaLaurie
I, Madame LaLaurie, welcome you to my grand home
Amongst its finery and frills dreadful secrets do roam
By flickering candle to the attic shall you and I retire
Don't mind those foul rumors - or the fouler odour ...
Marie Delphine LaLaurie: Creole Lady. Doctor's Wife
But behind her manners and charm does a monster lurk
Because of a cook's fire were her atrocities unveiled
Hidden in the black attic, a revolting gallery of torture
Ghastly mutilation ... Grotesque humiliation ...
Black nightmares begotten of grisly experimentation!
For those crimes the appalled mob called for her to hang
But the noose did she escape, to where no one knows