In winter ’26, Helsinki calls,
a festival of pixels echoing through the halls.
The lights are glowing bright, the machines hum soft and clear,
and everyone who enters feels the future drawing near.

Since ’92 it’s grown, a meeting year by year,
demoscene and gamers share the same frontier.
LAN as far as you can see, the Expo shining wide,
and every booth is whispering: “The future lives inside.”

Assembly, we’re coming to you,
four days full of fire, and we’re staying through.
From bits to beats, from night to night,
you made the scene rise into the light.
Assembly – we follow your sound,
winter lights where dreams are found.

The doors are always open, twenty‑four hours straight,
tickets, wristbands, entry – a warm and steady gate.
Visitor or gamer with your own machine in tow,
there’s room for every soul here, no matter where they go.

Arriving in Pasila, the streets dressed up in snow,
trams and trains are guiding you wherever you must go.
Sleeping hall and showers, a sauna glowing bright,
for those who live the long nights in the digital twilight.

Assembly, we’re coming to you,
four days full of fire, and we’re staying through.
From bits to beats, from night to night,
you made the scene rise into the light.
Assembly – we follow your sound,
winter lights where dreams are found.

Security in yellow vests watching over all,
no weapons, no narcotics – simple rules for every hall.
Families are welcome, children wander free,
and anyone who’s lost is guided back by the Info‑Desk team.

The cameras keep rolling, the streams are shining bright,
a thousand little lenses, but no one minds the sight.
For those who breathe Assembly know: this is culture pure,
a feast of code and people – alive, loud, and sure.

Assembly, we’re coming to you,
four days full of fire, and we’re staying through.
From bits to beats, from night to night,
you made the scene rise into the light.
Assembly – we follow your sound,
winter lights where dreams are found.

When Sunday evening settles and the halls begin to rest,
a spark remains within us – the memories we’ve pressed.
Till winter or the summer, we’ll always find our way,
Assembly – you keep shining, year by year, day by day.