No Gold on My Tongue

[Verse 1]
No saddle creak, no lantern swung
Just the smell of rain on a black tongue
You'll hear the hooves but not the breath
I am the cold that comes before the death

[Chorus]
No gold on my tongue, no prayer in my chest
You can't outrun what never rests
Don't look behind, don't ask my name
The road knows my face even though I have none

[Verse 2]
My spine is a whip, my teeth are a key
I call out the names that the living won't speak
You'll feel a tap on your left shoulder blade
That's just the last thing your own mother made

[Chorus]
No gold on my tongue, no prayer in my chest
You can't outrun what never rests
Don't look behind, don't ask my name
The road knows my face even though I have none

[Bridge – music drops to just voice and chain rattle, whispered]
If you throw a coin, I'll stop for a breath
But the pause won't save you—it just honors the debt
And the name I just whispered?
That was yours.

[Chorus] – [one repeat, then cut to silence]
No gold on my tongue…

[Outro] – [single whip crack, then horse hooves fading]

Gothic Country, Dark Folk, female,acoustic guitar (low strings, minor chords: Am – G – Em – F), Slow-to-mid tempo 75 BPM