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On Osso da Baleia’s shore,

Five young souls would breathe no more.

Vítor drove them through the day,

But darkness took their lives away.

With gun and fist, he struck them down,

Their cries were lost, no help was found.

The sands were stained with bitter red,

As youth was torn, and hope lay dead.

But Vítor's rage had just begun,

He hurried home, the deed not done.

His wife and daughter met his hand,

A twisted fate, a cruel demand.

On Osso da Baleia’s shore, 2x

Five young souls would breathe no more.

Vítor drove them through the day,

But darkness took their lives away.

Yet in his heart, a flicker stayed,

His youngest children’s lives were saved.

Though madness ruled, it spared their cries,

While others fell, their light denied.

The nation wept, the news was grim,

A broken man, a world so dim.

He asked for chains, for life to cease,

Fearing he’d kill without release.

Condemned for years, yet served but few,

In 2001, his time was through.

Now in France, he walks unknown,

A past of blood he’ll face alone.

The beach still whispers of that day,

When life and love were torn away.

And though he’s free, the memory stays,

Of Vítor's crime and shattered ways.

On Osso da Baleia’s shore,

Five young souls would breathe no more.

Vítor drove them through the day,

But darkness took their lives away.

Yet in his heart, a flicker stayed,

His youngest children’s lives were saved.

Though madness ruled, it spared their cries,

While others fell, their light denied.

The nation wept, the news was grim,

A broken man, a world so dim.

He asked for chains, for life to cease,

Fearing he’d kill without release.