text_original: You rode on the back of the yellow streaked king, His loose neck was wreathed with a mistletoe ring. Primordial elephants loomed by your side, And our clay painted children danced by your path, Chanting the death of the kingdoms of wrath.
text_transcription: YOU RODE ON THE BACK OF THE YELLOW STREAKED KING HIS LOOSE NECK WAS WREATHED WITH A MISTLETOE RING PRIMORTAL ELEPHANTS LOOMED BY YOUR SIDE AND OUR CLAY PAINTED CHILDREN DANCED WITH YOUR PATH CHANTING THE DEATH OF THE KINGDOMS OF WRATH
phonemes: juː ɹˈoʊd ɔnðə bˈæk ʌvðə jˈɛloʊ stɹˈiːkt kˈɪŋ, hɪz lˈuːs nˈɛk wʌz ɹˈiːðd wɪð ɐ mˈɪsəltˌoʊ ɹˈɪŋ. pɹɪmˈɔːɹdɪəl ˈɛlɪfənts lˈuːmd baɪ jʊɹ sˈaɪd, ænd ˌaʊɚ klˈeɪ pˈeɪntᵻd tʃˈɪldɹən dˈænst baɪ jʊɹ pˈæθ, tʃˈæntɪŋ ðə dˈɛθ ʌvðə kˈɪŋdəmz ʌv ɹˈæθ.