text_original: Lowly bend the bands of silver, Loud the golden cradle echoes, And the clouds of Northland thunder, Low descends the dome of heaven, At the rocking of the lightning, Rocking of the fire of Ukko. Thus the flame was gently cradled By the virgin of the ether.
text_transcription: LOWLY BENT THE BANDS OF SILVER LOUD THE GOLDEN CRADLE ECHOES AND THE CLOUDS OF NORTHLAND THUNDER LOW DESCENDS THE DOME OF HEAVEN AT THE ROCKING OF THE LIGHTNING ROCKING OF THE FIRE OF OKO THUS THE FLAME WAS GENTLY CRADLED BY THE VIRGIN OF THE ETHER
phonemes: lˈoʊli bˈɛnd ðə bˈændz ʌv sˈɪlvɚ, lˈaʊd ðə ɡˈoʊldən kɹˈeɪdəl ˈɛkoʊz, ænd ðə klˈaʊdz ʌv nˈɔːɹθlənd θˈʌndɚ, lˈoʊ dᵻsˈɛndz ðə dˈoʊm ʌv hˈɛvən, æt ðə ɹˈɑːkɪŋ ʌvðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ, ɹˈɑːkɪŋ ʌvðə fˈaɪɚɹ ʌv ˈʌkoʊ. ðˈʌs ðə flˈeɪm wʌz dʒˈɛntli kɹˈeɪdəld baɪ ðə vˈɜːdʒɪn ʌvðɪ ˈiːθɚ.