Amandine - Soldiers Hands lyrics

trouble's brewing in the ranks broken (knot?) on every flag and all the soldiers' hands were red from all the tears and blood that's shed and in the morning when the reveille pulls us from more sleep puts a fracture in the reverie and k**s our quiet dreams widow waits (_____________?) a solemn look upon her face time is lost in love and war remember what you're waiting for then the morning when the enemy fire among the (_____?) sounds like voices in an*logy (_____________?)