Answer:
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
It's a game played by serious people that takes place on a global scale.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?