Story Behind The Song

This story stuck with us from New Orleans.

Song Description

Intense death metal aggression dominates from the moment screams explode on this flesh tearing track. A new perspective on the legend of the LaLaurie Mansion, this song delivers horror movie thrills without requiring film to do so.

Lyrics

THE SURGEON OF NEW ORLEANS

The Palace is haunted, corruption and bloodshed
La Maison La Laurie
The Corpses now rotten, but never forgotten
The surgeon of New Orleans

In a trunk with no limbs there's a woman she still lives
Flesh surgically pared from her skull
In a small cage crab-woman unsaved
With obscene grotesque settings of bone
There's a man on the wall in his mouth holding all
Of the parts of his sex change gone wrong
Dead servants-slaves in a room for a grave
If you listen you can still hear them call
Madame La Laurie - brick window marks the grave
The Surgeon of New Orleans - bed-side in a metal cage
Madame La Laurie - she love to operate
The Surgeon of New Orleans

The Legend of Royal Street, 1834, Flames summon
the fire brigade smoking the French Quarter
In searching smoldering embers, Behind one chained
door, Mutilated slaves writhing, in boxes,
on walls, on floors...
Still the ungodly screams, issue from the palace
Servants to the Queen, their blood fills her chalice
Seven suspended by the neck, limbs stretched and torn
Pails with organs and heads, slaves in specimen jars

Operation - subrogation - emulation - degradation
She don't seem right
Amputation - suffocation - cast'ration - mutilation
Carved by her knife

Mob the Queen