"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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] bold
Night and day – with shadows black and amours gold 

We're marching on
The [bad word] of Captain Frans B. Cocq 

I'm standing proud
In this noble crowd
In our golden age – eternalized by the artist's hand
glorious page – in the history of our tiny land 

We're marching on
Up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk
The [bad word] of Captain Frans B. Cocq