text_original: Fighting upon the terror field Where man and Fate came breast to breast, Prest by a thousand foes to yield, Tortured and wounded without rest, You cried: "Be merciful, O Life   The strongest spirit soon must break Before this all unequal strife, This endless fight for failure's sake!"
text_transcription: FIGHTING UPON THE TERROR FIELD WHERE MAN AND FATE CAME BREAST ABREAST PREST BY A THOUSAND FOES TO YIELD TORTURED AND WOUNDED WITHOUT REST YOU CRIED BE MERCIFUL O LIFE THE STRONGEST SPIRIT SOON MUST BREAK BEFORE THIS ALL UNEQUALLED STRIFE THIS ENDLESS FIGHT FOR FAILURE'S SAKE
phonemes: fˈaɪɾɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə tˈɛɹɚ fˈiːld wˌɛɹ mˈæn ænd fˈeɪt kˈeɪm bɹˈɛst tə bɹˈɛst, pɹˈɛst baɪ ɐ θˈaʊzənd fˈoʊz tə jˈiːld, tˈɔːɹtʃɚd ænd wˈuːndᵻd wɪðˌaʊt ɹˈɛst, juː kɹˈaɪd: "biː mˈɜːsifəl, ˈoʊ lˈaɪf ðə stɹˈɔŋɡɪst spˈɪɹɪt sˈuːn mˈʌst bɹˈeɪk bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪs ˈɔːl ʌnˈiːkwəl stɹˈaɪf, ðɪs ˈɛndləs fˈaɪt fɔːɹ fˈeɪlɪɹz sˈeɪk!"