One day, a girl with rabbit ears comes to the village of Flatta. This nameless, unpopular minstrel, who strums her lute fiercely with her bare fingers and sings with a death growl, is known as Schifanoia. When she passes out in the middle of her concert, Azusa is reminded of the sad stories she's heard of young men who moved to Tokyo hoping to make their major debut, but instead turn into job-hopping middle-aged men playing in bands that never make any profit. So she invites Schifanoia to live at the house in the highlands for a while, but when she just keeps making excuses and refuses to see reality, Flatorte loses her patience...
but death-style has a sound that feels 
like it's splitting your ears.
لكنّ أسلوب الموت لديه صوت
.يشعرك أنّه يبصق في أذنيك
aber der Death-Stil hat so einen Sound, der sich
anfühlt, als würde er einem die Ohren spalten.
Y parece que vaya
a rajarte los tímpanos.
Y parece que vaya
a rajarte los tímpanos.
Le death produit
un son strident et agressif.
ma lo stile mortale ha un sound 
che sembra ti spacchi le orecchie.
mas o estilo mortal tem um som que
parece que explode seus ouvidos.
но дес звучит так,
 будто уши разрываются.