text_original: The sound of his voice echoed in dismal reverberations through the hollow blackness within, but there was no sign that his words fell upon other ears than those sealed to eternal silence within their swathings of spiced linen.
text_transcription: THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE ECHOED IN DISMAL REVERBERATIONS THROUGH THE HOLLOW BLACKNESS WITHIN BUT THERE WAS NO SIGN THAT HIS WORDS FELL UPON OTHER EARS THAN THOSE SEALED IN THE ETERNAL SILENCE WITHIN THEIR SWATHINGS OF SPICE LINEN
phonemes: ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv hɪz vˈɔɪs ˈɛkoʊd ɪn dˈɪzməl ɹᵻvˌɜːbɚɹˈeɪʃənz θɹuː ðə hˈɑːloʊ blˈæknəs wɪðˈɪn, bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈaɪn ðæt hɪz wˈɜːdz fˈɛl əpˌɑːn ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɪɹz ðɐn ðoʊz sˈiːld tʊ ɪtˈɜːnəl sˈaɪləns wɪðˌɪn ðɛɹ swˈɑːθɪŋz ʌv spˈaɪst lˈɪnɪn.