| Miseribus, | |
| Sanctus, Pecatoribus | |
| Ominus Miseribus, | |
| Sanctus, Pecatoribus | |
| Ominus Miseribus, | |
| Sanctus, Domine | |
| Deo Sabbaoth! | |
| Domine When the world had a tragic fate | |
| We were draining the poisoned sea | |
| Though the scenes were indeed too sad | |
| Only prayers will take the lead | |
| Oooh, just some of us survived | |
| At least a discent woman and a man | |
| Wide awake! | |
| Am I alone in this place? | |
| Someone hear me? | |
| My only hope! | |
| The acid rain is burning right into your eyes | |
| Again your dreams may lose the glow | |
| Allow the sorrow of your thoughts to meet sunrise | |
| And shall the hopeful words bring love inside your heart | |
| The acid rain | |
| Is burning your eyes | |
| So the world knew a tragic fate | |
| We were draining the deadly sea | |
| And the scenes were indeed too sad | |
| Only prayers were taking lead | |
| Oooh, just some of us survived | |
| At least a discent woman and a man | |
| Wide awake! | |
| Am I alone in this place? | |
| Someone hear me? | |
| My only hope! | |
| The acid rain is burning right into your eyes | |
| Again your dreams may lose the glow | |
| Allow the sorrow of your thoughts to meet sunrise | |
| And shall the hopeful words bring love inside your heart | |
| The acid rain | |
| Is burning your eyes! |