Throne of Blood (1957, Akira Kurosawa)
Strange is the world Why should men receive life in this world? Men’s lives are as meaningless as the lives of insects The terrible folly of such suffering A man lives but as briefly as a flower Destined all too soon to decay into the stink of flesh Humanity strives all it’s days to sear it’s own flesh In the flames of base desire Exposing itself to fate’s five calamities Heaping karma upon karma All that awaits man at the end of his travails Is the stench of rotting flesh That will yet blossom into flower It’s foul odor rendered into sweet perfume Oh, fascinating The life of man Oh, fascinating
- Evil Spirit