Take you back to the dark days; way before fast cars and koolaid; take you back to the stone age, where men lived in caves. Knives and bear skins; keeping warm beside the fire; reflections of the past laid in paintings on the walls. He grabs a knife and throws back his woman, death-defying, fights the creature; the creature dies and blood on his hands; now he is safe to be in his land. The mighty beast fed many hungry mouths, roasting on the fire. And when the dawning morning came; the warrior left to find a name. Find a name.