text_original: They came like captives led to execution. But at their head a figure held our eye,  a figure that spoke of dignity and courage, of trials borne for others. It was the village priest in his robes.
text_transcription: THEY CAME LIKE CAPTIVES LED TO EXECUTION BUT AT THEIR HEAD A FIGURE HELD OUR EYE A FIGURE THAT SPOKE OF DIGNITY AND COURAGE OF TRIALS BORNE FOR OTHERS IT WAS THE VILLAGE PRIEST IN HIS ROBES
phonemes: ðeɪ kˈeɪm lˈaɪk kˈæptɪvz lˈɛd tʊ ˌɛksɪkjˈuːʃən. bˌʌt æt ðɛɹ hˈɛd ɐ fˈɪɡjɚ hˈɛld ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪ,  ɐ fˈɪɡjɚ ðæt spˈoʊk ʌv dˈɪɡnᵻɾi ænd kˈɜːɹɪdʒ, ʌv tɹˈaɪəlz bˈɔːɹn fɔːɹ ˈʌðɚz. ɪt wʌzðə vˈɪlɪdʒ pɹˈiːst ɪn hɪz ɹˈoʊbz.