I roar without a mouth, yet shake the sky’s great dome, I flash without a lantern, and split the darkest home.

On this place you'll find maria. It's a long trip. Get the idea?

This could be a tool, a weapon, or a place that corvids get drunk

I can be used as remote storage, or I could be made of dust and water. I may also distort your judgement. What am I?

Twice a year the axis leans, to mark extremes in solar means. When land dips deepest into night, or basks the longest in the light. Since ancient times we do behold, ancestors stone and bronze have told.