Long ago, when I was just a boy 
So alone then, last of my kind in the world 
I believed futures could be reborn 
I would go back in time, change what's [bad word] 

Hunting, searching for futures I've dreamed 
Ever chasing, believing visions unseen
Hearing that hope is futile only inspires me not to give up 

Valhalla is calling me to the end 
I can hear now the beating hearts of lost friends 
Pushing me to don't forget them 
As the last hunter, I'll find the key