Answer:
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What is often returned, but never borrowed/
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.