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 Immortalised by the master's hand Light and shade With colours rich and brushwork bold Night and day With shadows black and armours 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 Eternalised 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