| Song | The Shooting Company of Captain Frans B. Cocq |
| Artist | Ayreon |
| Album | Universal Migrator, Pt. 1: The Dream Sequencer |
| 作曲 : Lucassen | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Lucassen | |
| It is the 17th century. I am a noble ensignbearer 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 highborn man | |
| The Clawguild 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 |