text_original: Here and there the morning sun caught a glint of metal as the Fanatics labored to set up their projectors. Along the floor of the ravine that was the only land approach to the Creche moved the twisting, writhing snake of the procession. The enraptured Fanatics were chanting their hate songs as they came.
text_transcription: HERE AND THERE THE MORNING SUN CAUGHT A GLINT OF METAL AS THE FANATICS LABORED TO SET UP THEIR PROJECTORS ALONG THE FLOOR OF THE RAVINE THAT WAS THE ONLY LAND APPROACH TO THE CRASH MOVED THE TWISTING WRITHING SNAKE OF THE PROCESSION THE ENRAPTURED FANATICS WERE CHANTING THEIR HATE SONGS AS THEY CAME
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈʌn kˈɔːt ɐ ɡlˈɪnt ʌv mˈɛɾəl æz ðə fɐnˈæɾɪks lˈeɪbɚd tə sˈɛt ˌʌp ðɛɹ pɹədʒˈɛktɚz. ɐlˈɔŋ ðə flˈɔːɹ ʌvðə ɹəvˈiːn ðæt wʌzðɪ ˈoʊnli lˈænd ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ tə ðə kɹˈɛʃ mˈuːvd ðə twˈɪstɪŋ, ɹˈaɪðɪŋ snˈeɪk ʌvðə pɹəsˈɛʃən. ðɪ ɛnɹˈæptʃɚd fɐnˈæɾɪks wɜː tʃˈæntɪŋ ðɛɹ hˈeɪt sˈɔŋz æz ðeɪ kˈeɪm.