"It is the 17th century. I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for the Dutch master painter, Rembrandt van Rijn, in Amsterdam."
I'm standing proud In this noble crowd My banner raised high (The coat of arms of Amsterdam) To the mystic sky (A magic light enchants the land) We're marching on The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq
My uniform shines (The livery of a high-born man) The Claw-guild signs (Immortalized by the master's hand) Light and shade (With colors rich and brushwork bold) Night and day (With shadows black and armors gold) We're marching on The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq
I'm standing proud In this noble crowd In our golden age (Eternalized by the artist's hand) A glorious page (In the history of our tiny land) We're marching on Up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq