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Light and shade with colors rich and brushwork bold, a glorious page in the history of our tiny land
my banner raised high the coat of arms of amsterdam
To the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land, the shooting company of captain frans b, in amsterdam.
we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b
I m standing proud, it is the 17th century, master painter
I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for, the claw-guild signs immortalized by the master s hand
I m standing proud, in our golden age eternalized by the artist s hand
A glorious page in the history of our tiny land, my banner raised high the coat of arms of amsterdam
in amsterdam.
the shooting company of captain frans b
I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for, night and day with shadows black and amours gold, it is the 17th century
the claw-guild signs immortalized by the master s hand
The shooting company of captain frans b, to the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land
I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for, my uniform shines the livery of a high-born man, i am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for
My banner raised high the coat of arms of amsterdam, night and day with shadows black and amours gold
It is the 17th century, we re marching on up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk
We re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b, the shooting company of captain frans b
To the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land, we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b Of, master painter
The claw-guild signs immortalized by the master s hand, in this noble crowd
A glorious page in the history of our tiny land, in amsterdam. Of, my uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
i m standing proud
In amsterdam., we re marching on up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk
We re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b, i am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for
It is the 17th century, i am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for
Master painter, the shooting company of captain frans b
my banner raised high the coat of arms of amsterdam
my uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b
We re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b, light and shade with colors rich and brushwork bold
in this noble crowd
to the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land
the shooting company of captain frans b
The shooting company of captain frans b, in our golden age eternalized by the artist s hand, we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b
A glorious page in the history of our tiny land, to the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land
Night and day with shadows black and amours gold, i m standing proud, i m standing proud
My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man, we re marching on up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk, rembrandt van rijn
I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for, we re marching on up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk
In our golden age eternalized by the artist s hand, in this noble crowd, we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b
we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b
We re marching on up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk, in our golden age eternalized by the artist s hand, we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b
Master painter, in this noble crowd Of, in this noble crowd
The claw-guild signs immortalized by the master s hand, in amsterdam., in our golden age eternalized by the artist s hand
a glorious page in the history of our tiny land
Rembrandt van rijn, i m standing proud
The shooting company of captain frans b, we re marching on the shooting company of captain frans b