I ride with kings, though I wear no crown I march in rows, but never leave the ground Straight I advance, yet sideways I slay One humble step can change my fate one day

Born before flowers learned to rise, beneath forgotten, ancient skies, my blossoms rise in springtime air though not a single bee's been there.

A rock group of four men, all famous, no strings, People flock to see them, though none of them sing.

I have been around for over two hundred million years, and my ancestors are not that different from me. My grip is strong, so don't roll your eyes, or you may end up in my thighs. You can find me in water or land, though water is more my landscape.

Once a doctor's life-saving invention, slasher villains now wield me with the opposite intention.