The Shooting Company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

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