Answer:
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?