Tiago was born in fire, tearing the veil,
Son of the dragon and seraph who fell.
Thrown to the world, locked in chains,
But black flames rose and broke the pain.
War in a land of angels and dragons,
Surrounded by shadows and cursed abandon.
Steel was screaming, faith was torn,
But Tiago fought, and fire was born.
Black flames burning, cutting the air,
Tiago rises, ready to dare.
From steel to fire, destiny calls,
The son of the dragon will never fall.
Fists clenched tight, breaking the ground,
Through screams and blood, he stood his ground.
Made the streets his ring, turned pain to a prayer,
Left his soul in battle, no burden to spare.
In wars of fire, he prayed in the night,
Walking through darkness, chasing the light.
Marked by steel, his faith wouldn’t die,
He lifted the fallen and reached for the sky.
Black flames burning, cutting the air,
Tiago rises, ready to dare.
From steel to fire, destiny calls,
The son of the dragon will never fall.
Then Zambara roared, the earth shook wild,
Eyes full of flames, Tiago just smiled.
Spinning his blade, he shattered the sky,
Brought down the beast and left it to die.
Black flames fell, burning the sins,
But Tiago walked through where death begins.
Carried the names of those who were gone,
Prayed in silence, marching on.
Black flames burning, cutting the air,
Tiago rises, ready to dare.
From steel to fire, destiny calls,
The son of the dragon will never fall.
War of light, wings burned down,
Dragons roared as the skies crashed down.
He stood through fire, faced the storm,
Eyes shut tight, his soul reborn.
And even in ashes, he saw the way,
Walking alone, his faith wouldn’t stray.
Son of the dragon, marked in skin,
A prayer in silence, the fight within.
Black flames burning, cutting the air,
Tiago rises, ready to dare.
From steel to fire, destiny calls,
The son of the dragon will never fall.
