text_original: Then staunched our horrible wounds With the cry that the battle was won.... And at last, When the black mammoth legion Split the night with their song:   "Right is braver than wrong, Right is stronger than wrong," The buzzards came taunting: "Down from the north Tiger nations are sweeping along." . . . . . Then we ate of the ravening Leaf As our savage fathers of old. No longer our wounds made us weak, No longer our pulses were cold.
text_transcription: THEN STAUNCHED OUR BATTLE WOUNDS WITH THE CRY OF THAT BATTLE WAS WON AND AT LAST WHEN THE BLACK MAMMOTH LEGIONS SPLIT THE NIGHT WITH THEIR SONG RIGHT IS BRAVER THAN WRONG RIGHT IS STRONGER THAN WRONG THE BUZZARDS CAME TAUNTING DOWN FROM THE NORTH TIGERED NATIONS ARE SWEEPING ALONG THEN WE ATE OF THE RAVENING LEAF AS OUR SAVAGE FATHERS OF OLD NO LONGER OUR WOUNDS MADE US WEAK NO LONGER OUR PULSES WERE COLD
phonemes: ðˈɛn stˈɔːntʃt ˌaʊɚ hˈɔːɹɪbəl wˈuːndz wɪððə kɹˈaɪ ðætðə bˈæɾəl wʌz wˈʌn.... ænd æt lˈæst, wˌɛn ðə blˈæk mˈæməθ lˈiːdʒən splˈɪt ðə nˈaɪt wɪð ðɛɹ sˈɔŋ:   "ɹˈaɪt ɪz bɹˈeɪvɚ ðɐn ɹˈɔŋ, ɹˈaɪt ɪz stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ðɐn ɹˈɔŋ," ðə bˈʌzɚdz kˈeɪm tˈɔːntɪŋ: "dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹθ tˈaɪɡɚ nˈeɪʃənz ɑːɹ swˈiːpɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ." . . . . . ðˈɛn wiː ˈeɪt ʌvðə ɹˈævənɪŋ lˈiːf æz ˌaʊɚ sˈævɪdʒ fˈɑːðɚz ʌv ˈoʊld. nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˌaʊɚ wˈuːndz mˌeɪd ˌʌs wˈiːk, nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ˌaʊɚ pˈʌlsᵻz wɜː kˈoʊld.