I have no mouth, yet I repeat what you say. I have no feet, but I travel far away. You can find me in mountains, halls, or caves, But only when your voice behaves.

Something each person has of their own, but Rome has many of these. For some reason. It might be long, might be short, but it exists.

My thunder comes before the lightning; my lightning comes before the clouds; my rain dries all the land it touches. What am I?

My first six are snake-like and turns you to stone. Last four a Marvel villain with a German tone. Together a cheese with a strong taste, but I need to come from a specific place.

Three bright jewels in the night sky, guardians of a hunter passing by. In a line they stand, steadfast and true, guiding travelers with a celestial clue.