Mark my words.
The wind is coming,
When all that you love is taken from you,
And the things you have done will turn to ash in your mouth.
Mark my words Girl Soldier.
Your hands that stole life.
Your killer instinct that snuffed the very breath from my comrades.
Mark my words.
I'm coming for you.
But remember this.
At least I was moral enough to give you a warning.