Answer:
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape my crystal cage. What am I?
Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
I can be cracked made told and played. What am I?
I have feet on my head