Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.