text_original: The storm has leapt on the forest, Intent on its cruel end, And the strife is at its sorest, As the great trees toss and bend. But brother stands by brother, In that wild and bitter hour. And each gives help to other, Against the mad fiend's power.
text_transcription: THE STORM HAS LEAPT ON THE FOREST INTENT ON ITS CRUEL END AND THE STRIFE IS AT ITS SOREST AS THE GREAT TREES TOSS AND BEND BUT BROTHER STANDS BY BROTHER IN THAT WILD AND BITTER HOUR AND EACH GIVES HELP TO OTHER AGAINST THE MAD FIEND'S POWER
phonemes: ðə stˈɔːɹm hɐz lˈɛpt ɔnðə fˈɔːɹɪst, ɪntˈɛnt ˌɔn ɪts kɹˈuːəl ˈɛnd, ænd ðə stɹˈaɪf ɪz æɾ ɪts sˈɔːɹst, æz ðə ɡɹˈeɪt tɹˈiːz tˈɔs ænd bˈɛnd. bˌʌt bɹˈʌðɚ stˈændz baɪ bɹˈʌðɚ, ɪn ðæt wˈaɪld ænd bˈɪɾɚɹ ˈaʊɚ. ænd ˈiːtʃ ɡˈɪvz hˈɛlp tʊ ˈʌðɚ, ɐɡˈɛnst ðə mˈæd fˈiːndz pˈaʊɚ.