"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 amours 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