text_original: With July fierceness the sun beat down upon the village, but man nor woman nor child stirred from the darkened houses. What they awaited at the hands of the Long Knives they knew not,  captivity, torture, death perhaps.
text_transcription: WITH JULY FIERCENESS THE SUN BEAT DOWN UPON THE VILLAGE BUT MAN NOR WOMAN NOR CHILD STIRRED FROM THE DARKENED HOUSES WHAT THEY AWAITED AT THE HANDS OF THE LONG KNIVES THEY KNEW NOT CAPTIVITY TORTURE DEATH PERHAPS
phonemes: wɪð dʒuːlˈaɪ fˈɪɹsnəs ðə sˈʌn bˈiːt dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ, bˌʌt mˈæn nˈɔːɹ wˈʊmən nˈɔːɹ tʃˈaɪld stˈɜːd fɹʌmðə dˈɑːɹkənd hˈaʊzᵻz. wˌʌt ðeɪ ɐwˈeɪɾᵻd æt ðə hˈændz ʌvðə lˈɔŋ nˈaɪvz ðeɪ nˈuː nˈɑːt,  kæptˈɪvᵻɾi, tˈɔːɹtʃɚ, dˈɛθ pɚhˈæps.