He would step out of the night   And light a fire among his tribe   Carving from a bear's tooth   He used the flesh to feed the youth, he'd salt it down      Sails were made from darkened hide   Fish were caught in the lowest tide   Thought of war kept him strong   He listened for the battle song, in the night      And the old would teach the young   To heed the word of the master's tongue   A chosen son would take a bride   And light the fire among his tribe, and on and on