text_original: II The gray king died in his hour. Then we crowned you, the prophetess wise: Peace of the Heart we deeply adored For the witchcraft hid in your eyes.
text_transcription: TWO THE GREY KING DIED IN HIS HOUR THEN WE CROWNED YOU PROPHETESS WISE PEACE OF THE HEART WE DEEPLY ADORED FOR THE WITCHCRAFT HID IN YOUR EYES
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː ðə ɡɹˈeɪ kˈɪŋ dˈaɪd ɪn hɪz ˈaʊɚ. ðˈɛn wiː kɹˈaʊnd juː, ðə pɹˈɑːfɪtˌɛs wˈaɪz: pˈiːs ʌvðə hˈɑːɹt wiː dˈiːpli ɐdˈɔːɹd fɚðə wˈɪtʃkɹæft hˈɪd ɪn jʊɹ ˈaɪz.