Ovro

DarkAmbient

In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my kind will not hide Everytime it's on fire it's erectile Biding time hiding time biting mind

Opened my black eye Let out my reptile

Took the seed took a peek through the key-hole Used the key swam the sea of my soul burst my heart tore apart all my learned roles climbed the three to be free of my fouls

Will you use your third eye if I show how open mind open wide do it now Are you content to be just a pet cow or the worst do you thirst to be sow

Open your black eye Let out the reptile

Behind your deep mind is a reptile its the kind that your mind tries to hide if you try you will find it's erectile put to use you can't lose if you try

In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my mind will not hide it's allright it's all mine it's erectile riding mind hiding time pr'vidin' pride

Opened my black eye Let out my reptile

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Background info

Happy go lucky kind of song (or what counts as happy go lucky for an Ovro track) about the benefits of listening to your reptile brain once in a while, never released.

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content warning for foul language here!

This little Piggy went to market, This little Piggy stayed at home, This little Piggy had roast beef, This little Piggy had none.

This little Piggy joined the army,¨ got fried to crisp bacon in a far-away land.

This little Piggy met the wrong kind of people, got all narked up and became a crack whore, selling his little pink ass for $ 5 a pop.

This little Piggy found Jesus and lived in constant fear of Hell, shouting Fire & Brimstone on street corners.

This little Piggy became a rune-toting skinhead, he beat up the Jesus-freak, not knowing they both shared a secret passion for the crack-whore piggy-boy...

This little Piggy grew up to be a real Pig, he became a corrupted cop he saw the skinhead beating the jesus-freak but did nothing, serves the hippy right he thought and went back home to the little sow who had none.

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Background info

Final track on Ten., released as an instrumental because, well, you read the lyrics…

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like swarm of locusts she razes the world from blood and wardust conjures the word

blood thickens, quickens rushes to you head you're willing, eager (soon) conquered in her bed

she saw you dreaming of being the beast the air is steaming get down on your knees

you're ridden, hidden lost in her veils see only scarlet learn pleasures and pains

transformed and cleaming you stand at the door no longer dreaming fulfilling the law

you rise up, wisened hawk-head held high arched, pleased she stars up her sky

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Background info

Thelemic song about initiation, performed once by Hæretici 7o74 at Lumous Gothic festival, Tampere. Never released.

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I think that's about the time I met the loner, Mr. Friend-Seeker. I wasn't looking for anybody, but he was and how he was. He was so lonely and told me, he couldn't understand. I thought he looked tame, good-natured, well-meaning. The kind of man that every mother dreams of. I took notice of him and I felt pity, and I made myself available. Offered my shoulder to cry on, you know. He took up on the offer and I felt pity. He came to me and just didn't go away. You do not understand...

At first – at first we had fun. Went out, we danced, we laughed, partied. I didn't see what was going on in his mind, I didn't realize. He was always there. Where ever I turned, he was there, he was breathing down my neck.He was always so eager to see me, but he always wanted more and it felt suffocating. So... I tried to avoid him, but it made everything worse. I tried to avoid him, but it made things worse.

When I first met him, I had a vision in a glass of darkness. He was looking in the mirror and his reflection turned away. Now I know why. His image knew what was in him. I only saw a glimpse through the cracks. Then the cracks widened, it all poured down on me.

These days I don't go anywhere. I don't dance, I don't talk, my laugh is a bit different. These days I don't go anywhere. There's nowhere to go. I may laugh different, my smile may be twisted. I may laugh differently, but he can't laugh at all anymore

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Background info

Another way of telling this kind of story was The Lonely One, but this was what ended up on Id|entities. This version drew inspiration from a real life Friend-Seeker I had encountered, who followed me everywhere (mostly digitally) and who I ended up treating badly just to get myself back.

It is not a part of my life I look back on with any kind of pride, but that loner broke something in me that’s taken years to rebuild. They were very much trying to push me into their mold, trying to make me the me they had built an idealized image of (an image real me could never live up to). If only I saw the error of my existence and changed!

My somewhat creepy video for Loner is on YT. Some day I’ll get around to switching to PeerTube, I swear!

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I am unkempt underdog I've seen world's unclean underbelly but I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order.

I'm howling at my moon sign how high ya think my star shines? Bark back dark banks of Black River Oh, mine is Sirius business.

Hey you one-armed wonder kids I know your cheats and pony tricks how you binariously bask in your black/white brain-cave disorder.

I sneer at the so-called snobs, those self-satisfying slobs, say Hefty Dark Lords in the cellars Oh, Light Knights in blinding armour.

All bridled to their idols, clinging to their little egos and their mental vir-gi-ni-ty when I'm in their vi-ci-ni-ty

Oh, you one-viewed wonder brains pour bleach inyer ear-tunnel drains Talking dirty cause smart's too hard 'though everything is all there is

They're grasping at their blinders clutching to their little egos couchging curses, enlightment wholesale missing marbles, thinking balls are brains

Yeah, those Dark Lords in their cellars oh, them Light Knights in blinding armour Seeing world with one eye only 'though everything is all there is.

But I'm the unkempt underdog I've cleaned world's unclean underbellies cause I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order.

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Background info

Track labeled Underdog can be found on Id|entities, but it is an instrumental one. What is this tomfoolery? Are they different songs? Nope, they are the same song, I just couldn’t hear anybody (including myself) doing the vocals I had written, so I just left them out. Art moves in mysterious ways sometimes.

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keep quiet stay quiet

you're just a voice in my head you're just a voice of the dead

stay quiet be quiet

you're just a voice from the past you're just a voice that won't last

be quiet keep quiet

I keep my secrets shackled I keep my lovers boxed in

keep quiet stay quiet

your manhood on my mantelpiece your flesh cubed, wrapped in plastic perfectly preserved

stay quiet be quiet

your liver cut,friend an' served your guts fed to stray dogs

be quiet keep quiet

your heart dried fin'lly true size friends found you tasteless

keep quiet stay quite

your hide tanned sold on market little baggies made of skin

stay quiet be quiet

your bones bleached hung out to dry i hid them in plain sight

be quiet die quiet

stay in the box I put you in stay in your plastic wrappers

do not make me come and get you do not make me come and cut you

again

you just wait 'till I get home

die quiet keep quiet

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Background info

Shut-off is a sister track to Absent, with both appearing on Id|entities. Of all the different voices and stories on that album, Shut-off and Absent definitely happen in the same universe. With the others one can speculate about but these two leak into each others, include voices from each others and tell two sides of the same story. Whether there are two or just one body containing the voices – that I leave for the listener to decide.

The video for Shut-off was fun to film and got me some worried looks in Tampere train station.

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you had nothing left to offer so you came to me

you sold your soul already your hide auctioned to the lowest bidder your body just a piece of cheap meat

i'm gonna mold you like fresh clay press you into my mold make you a hollow container pour my thoughts into you make them yours

i'm going to burn you in my furnace with you my willing victim my own private holocaust

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Background Info

One of the more questionable voices on Id|entities is speaking and their plan does not sound good.

I made this track a music video in 2011, so it is more like a demo video..

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in my absense i've written poetry though not literally, given my current condition

i'll recite you a piece of my mind listen not that you could choose not to

it isn't great poetry me being out of my head lately you know how it is

“you cannot feel pity your soul's too old to die

none can see this you're too used to hide

to the eyes of the world you're cold you put on a mask do what you're told

you act housebroken, tamed, domesticated cut open, it's all framed and fabricated

close your eyes that I could not see your monstrosity your efficiency”

in my absence i've had nothing but time on my hands though not literally, given my current condition

in my absence I've been watching the world through your eyes and i've seen what is hidden but sometimes shows through the cracks if i know where to look

in my absence i've made myself your quilty conscience the piece of your mind you have misplaced

i've made myself your quilty conscience and that, my love, is literal

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Background Info

After two drafts ( first, second ) and one missed album, ideas floating around found their form and home on Id|entities as Absent.

The theme morphed into a male voice in a bit mysterious ”current condition”, writing and citing (bad) poetry to somebody who can not avoid listening. His captive? Is he the captive? Will we find out?

While the starting point years ago was trying to express personal feelings, by this point it’s about indentities and horror.

There’s a music video of Absent on YT, check it if you will.

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Love ’n’ Light, Honey

Relax baby, It will only hurt a little It will only hurt

Love ’n’ Fucking Light.

Oh Honey, So sweet So sticky

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Background Info

This is the later track mentioned in Inducer. Lyrics have been pruned down to very basics: male voice (performed by Massimo from the Black Sun Productions ) calling and coaxing with promises of just a little pain, while a female voice croons about love, light, honey and the sweetness & the stickyness.

While Inducer on The Serpent Rite was part of a ritual where the magick worker dares to face the void and conquer all the little demonic voices trying to make the mage falter, this version of the love ’n’ fuckingn light theme on Vipera Aurea is more about me watching and being baffled by people participating in dating rituals.

Somewhere along the line Scarlet Calls developed into a jazzy live version people actually danced to.

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I had a dream today Walking in the city I was dreaming of the A-bomb It came to take me away

Then you stood there Your hands outstretched Welcoming Crying with joy Staring at the mushroom cloud

Wind caressing your hair Flash licking your eyes Flame burning you to ashes

Your soul eaten Your shade still remained

I watched Moaning Enraged Jealous

The bomb was not for you It came to take ME away Why did it kiss you? It was for me… Why did it love you?

You saw me dreaming, didn’t you? You – stole – my – dream

I had a dream today It came for me.

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Background Info

Oh my. This may need a bit of explaining.

Somewhere in 2003 or -04 I was chatting with a fellow genX:er (on IRC, as proper genX folks did back then) about growing up in an environment of A-bomb scare, bomb documentaries we both managed to see a bit too young, seeing magazines with maps of ”these towns would be targeted by Soviet A-bombs and this far from those towns would be devastated!. This, too, a bit too young. We chatted about the sleepless nights and nightmares resulting from all the tad too grown-up bomb info around us.

Malice’s Bomb grew out of those discussions. Malice, the namesake of my debut album, was a childlike character, a bit disturbed perhaps… or a bit disturbing. These are two quite different things, you know, while they can appear simultaneously.

Long version of this track was performed by me and the other genXer in question in 2004. There’s also a 59 second version made for a consept album of max one minute tracks. i don’t know if that got ever actually released, so I put it on Ten.

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