[...Illuminating the darkness, the souls of the dead glide...]

"Not a dusty job" you thought...

But being a bartender...

In the bar of empty souls...

How does it feel?

You don't know.

Because the only ones who visit you...

Are the voices of the dead.

Standing in empty bar...

Pour vodka...

And the vodka disappears from the glass.

How?

You don't know.

But the voices are thirsty...

And they want your blood.