From Streaming To The Stage: How Music Discovery Is Changing Concert Culture
Sasha Mednikova - 28 Aug 2026
Motorhead Assassin
Die now, no more time I am death. The hand is mine Great honour comes to thee Tonight in my reach Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Your years all dust, speak my name. Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin We shall see, as before, you are marked, my heart is pure Great honour falls to me. I come tonight, the hand is mine Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Your years all dust, speak my name. Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Desert be thy grave Thy life be mine to take or save Mine eye upon thee I taste thy death I am assassin Look well, see my face, I am death, I will not wait. Great armies shall bow to me. I come tonight, the hand is mine Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Your years all dust, speak my name. Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin Desert be thy grave Thy life be mine to take or save Mine eye upon thee I taste thy death I am assassin And many be thy sins Thy life be forfeit, the heart within, should flinch now dog and freeze thy spine, I want thy life, the hand is mine Now blood, is satisfied I ride by night, to make thee die My hand upon thee, my heart is pure I am assassin I smiled, I dreamed thy fear My arm is long to reach thee here All men shall tremble, their houses fall I am assassin
