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