Manticore

I hear something creepin' round my house at night

Something wild, something old

With a voice like flutes and trumpets it tries to lure me outside

Into the dark, to swallow me whole

I don't dare look out my window because I know what I'll see

A lion with a man's face and gleaming blood-red eyes

There's no point in trying to escape what's waiting for me

The vermilion beast will run me down faster than a bird flies

Manticore, Manticore

Night after night I hear it crawling out my door