text_original: No! change and chance are slaves that wait On Him who guides the clouds, not fate, But the High King rules seas and sun, He conquers, He, the Mighty One. So powerless, 'neath that changeless will, Oh, heart, be still  be still!
text_transcription: NO CHANGE AND CHANCE ARE SLAVES THAT WAIT ON HIM WHO GUIDES THE CLOUDS NOT FATE BUT THE HIGH KING RULES SEAS AND SUN HE CONQUERS HE THE MIGHTY ONE SO POWERLESS NEATH THAT CHANGELESS WILL O HEART BE STILL BE STILL
phonemes: nˈoʊ! tʃˈeɪndʒ ænd tʃˈæns ɑːɹ slˈeɪvz ðæt wˈeɪt ˌɔn hˌɪm hˌuː ɡˈaɪdz ðə klˈaʊdz, nˌɑːt fˈeɪt, bˌʌt ðə hˈaɪ kˈɪŋ ɹˈuːlz sˈiːz ænd sˈʌn, hiː kˈɑːŋkɚz, hiː, ðə mˈaɪɾi wˌʌn. sˌoʊ pˈaʊɚləs, nˈiːθ ðæt tʃˈeɪndʒləs wˈɪl, ˈoʊ, hˈɑːɹt, biː stˈɪl biː stˈɪl!