text_original: II Majestic monarch of the cloud! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest trumpings loud, And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder drum of heaven   Child of the sun!
text_transcription: MAJESTIC MONARCH OF THE CLOUD WHO REARS ALOFT THY REGAL FORM TO HEAR THE TEMPEST TRUMPINGS LOUD AND SEE THE LIGHTNING LANCES DRIVEN WHEN STRIVE THE WARRIORS OF THE STORM AND ROLLS THE THUNDER DRUM OF HEAVEN CHILD OF THE SUN
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː mɐdʒˈɛstɪk mˈɑːnɚk ʌvðə klˈaʊd! hˌuː ɹˈɪɹst ɐlˈɔft ðˌaɪ ɹˈiːɡəl fˈɔːɹm, tə hˈɪɹ ðə tˈɛmpɪst tɹˈʌmpɪŋz lˈaʊd, ænd sˈiː ðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ lˈænsᵻz dɹˈɪvən, wˌɛn stɹˈaɪv ðə wˈɔːɹɪɚz ʌvðə stˈɔːɹm, ænd ɹˈoʊlz ðə θˈʌndɚ dɹˈʌm ʌv hˈɛvən tʃˈaɪld ʌvðə sˈʌn!