Lyrics
[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]
Style
gothic countrydark folkfemaleacoustic guitar (low stringsminor chords: am – g – em – f)slow-to-mid tempo 75 bpm
Credits
Prompt by
AsheTheHyena
AsheTheHyenaGeneratedApr 19, 2026
ModelAria v5.5