Composed, arranged & written by Panu Räisänen 
String arrangements by Elias Riipinen 
Produced by Panu Räisänen, Elias Riipinen 
Additional producing by Henri Nikkilä 

Vocals, acoustic guitar, percussion & programming by Panu Räisänen 
Violin & percussion by Elias Riipinen 
Bass & contrabass by Henri Nikkilä 
Piano by Eetu Palomäki (tracks 1,3,4) 
Drums by Mikko Maijala (tracks 2,4) 
Banjo & electric guitar by Roni Ylhäinen 
Vocals by Saana Pohjonen (tracks 1,3,4) 
Vocals by Karin Mäkiranta (track 3,4) 
Vocals by Helmi Tikkanen (track 2) 
Piano by Jaakko Kiuru (track 2) 
Cello by Paula Pättikangas (track 4) 

Recorded by Panu Räisänen, Elias Riipinen, Ilari Heinilä & Henri Nikkilä 
Mixed by Elias Riipinen, Jarno Takkumäki & Panu Räisänen 
Mastered by Jarno Takkumäki 

Cover art by Sofia Palillo

Intri

Fast asleep 
in the dream it leads 

The child has grown 
mammalian blues 

If being awake 
feels mundane 

Call disease 
to hug your ennui 

Hollow light, 

The hollow light 

that hollow light, we heard on high 

Crawl from a belly 
A glum hound 

saying ur prayers 
and being scared 

inside the church 

or under the bed 

it fell from the side 
of your daddy’s eye 

Hollow light, 

the hollow light 

For that hollow light 

i waste my life

Hollow Light

Take me in your arms 
Funny little canine 

I’m still afraid 
But that’s alright 

When small gods 
Get a little blue inside 

My mortal fear 
speaks of love 

My mortal fear 
Spoke of love

Afraid

	
If you’re leaving 
I’m gonna come with 

In the shed 
you’ve built a beautiful ship 

We’ll sail yonder 
where all men go to rest 

God tickle me, 
tickle me red 

Quit making me laugh 
I can’t breathe 


In the window 
Of some mangled memory lane 

Came a sparrow 
An advocate of the dead 

“you know i worship 
what life is without weight. 
some lovely bathtub, 
angels to hold hands with” 

Quit making me laugh, 

I can’t breathe 

Wipe those tears from ur cheeks 

they won’t help u no more

Orphan Hymn #2

I felt a little joy at the carnival 
every inch of a body on new year's eve 
firm in the grip of an angel's teeth 

Turns out little Joy is a carnivore 
and I've spoiled every inch of a perfect being 
spilled over sweat and tainted meat 

I saw little joy at the funeral 
with the painful silence and the electric swan 
weeping out loud with my shoes untied 

Joy eat your broth, grow tall like a tree 
Become a dancer, get hit by a tram on some ill 
summer day 

Oh little Joy, a wonder of the lord 
I liked you a lot, but that lord it liked you more

Intri

Morsian