[Verse 1] I burned the gold from the fields of summer, left my crown in the dust to breathe again. The soil still carries the sound of my laughter, the pulse that rose when I called your name. I came through barefoot, carrying nothing but what the body refused to forget. Every ending left something living. Every loss left a trace in the flesh. [Pre-Chorus] And the road kept moving beneath me. And the blood kept keeping its time. What I thought I had buried was waiting— not behind me, but alive. [Chorus] Through the Harvest Gate I walk, bare feet, violet fire in my palms. Every wound I kissed became a star. Every name I shed became a song. Through the Harvest Gate I move, plum and gold beneath the turning sky. I don't need to know what called me here. I only know I came alive. [Verse 2] He met me there—the mirror's echo, half remembered, half unnamed. Half in shadow, half in fire, something ancient wearing no fixed face. We touched, and time uncoiled around us. The room went strange. The body knew. Love re-spelled the bones by name, then left the meaning open too. [Pre-Chorus] Was it memory? Was it hunger? Was it something moving underneath? I don't have to name the river to feel the current carry me. [Chorus] Through the Harvest Gate I walk, bare feet, violet fire in my palms. Every wound I kissed became a star. Every name I shed became a song. Through the Harvest Gate I move, plum and gold beneath the turning sky. I don't need to know what called me here. I only know I came alive. [Bridge — Spoken / Rhythmic] This is the body of the Alchemist. This is the heart becoming art. Blood remembers rhythm. Bone remembers weight. Breath becomes the living thread. Pulse becomes the gate. I am not the answer. I am the place it moves through. I am not the ending. I am the threshold. [Break / Chant] Move through me. Move through me. What remains— move through me. Carry the spark. Carry the name. Carry the question through the flame. [Final Chorus] Through the Harvest Gate I rise, plum and gold against the dawn. Every fall became a garden. Every silence sings me on. Through the Harvest Gate I move, with the living thread beneath my skin. I don't need the final answer. I only need to enter in. [Outro — Ambient Whisper] Matter holds the trace. The body holds the flame. Something moves between them. I don't have to name it. I am the threshold now.
