I have towers, but I do not have bells. I am known for my calls for prayers.

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

I am old and scattered, sought for and found, and once traded for on a road of silk. Ice fears me, noodles appreciate me. and lots of animals require me mixed in to live. Too much and you Na-ry be alive.

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.