text_original: Satan there sat on his throne,  how I prayed to be forgiven, And there appear'd beyond my reach, the beauteous plains of Heaven! The Angels sang such beauteous songs, and praised the glorious sight, I stood above the great abyss, and there beheld a sight, Their wailing sounds was horrible,  dreadful oaths were said and sung, Thousands prayed for water, to cool their parching tongues!
text_transcription: SATAN THERE SAT ON HIS THRONE HOW I PRAYED TO BE FORGIVEN AND THERE APPEARED BEYOND MY REACH THE BEAUTEOUS PLAINS OF HEAVEN THE ANGELS SANG SUCH BEAUTEOUS SONGS AND PRAISED THE GLORIOUS SIGHT I STOOD ABOVE THE GREAT ABYSS AND THERE BEHELD A SIGHT THEIR WAILING SOUNDS WAS HORRIBLE DREADFUL OATHS WERE SAID AND SUNG THOUSANDS PRAYED FOR WATER TO COOL THEIR PARCHING TONGUES
phonemes: sˈeɪtən ðɛɹ sˈæt ˌɔn hɪz θɹˈoʊn,  hˌaʊ aɪ pɹˈeɪd təbi fɚɡˈɪvən, ænd ðɛɹ ɐpˈɪɹd bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ ɹˈiːtʃ, ðə bjˈuːɾiəs plˈeɪnz ʌv hˈɛvən! ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz sˈæŋ sˈʌtʃ bjˈuːɾiəs sˈɔŋz, ænd pɹˈeɪzd ðə ɡlˈɔːɹiəs sˈaɪt, aɪ stˈʊd əbˌʌv ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɐbˈɪs, ænd ðɛɹ bᵻhˈɛld ɐ sˈaɪt, ðɛɹ wˈeɪlɪŋ sˈaʊndz wʌz hˈɔːɹɪbəl,  dɹˈɛdfəl ˈoʊθs wɜː sˈɛd ænd sˈʌŋ, θˈaʊzəndz pɹˈeɪd fɔːɹ wˈɔːɾɚ, tə kˈuːl ðɛɹ pˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ tˈʌŋz!