text_original: Then he raised his voice, "Rest quietly, my children; there is nought to hurt thee in the abodes of the departed. Song and sunlight, laughter and air are needed no more by the slaves of Anubis.
text_transcription: THEN HE RAISED HIS VOICE REST QUIETLY MY CHILDREN THERE IS NAUGHT TO HURT THEE IN THE ABODES OF THE DEPARTED SONG AND SUNLIGHT AND LAUGHTER AND AIR ARE NEEDED NO MORE BY THE SLAVES OF ANIBUS
phonemes: ðˈɛn hiː ɹˈeɪzd hɪz vˈɔɪs, "ɹˈɛst kwˈaɪətli, maɪ tʃˈɪldɹən; ðɛɹ ɪz nˈɔːt tə hˈɜːt ðiː ɪnðɪ ɐbˈoʊdz ʌvðə dᵻpˈɑːɹɾᵻd. sˈɔŋ ænd sˈʌnlaɪt, lˈæftɚɹ ænd ˈɛɹ ɑːɹ nˈiːdᵻd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ baɪ ðə slˈeɪvz ʌv ˈænuːbˌɪs.