text_original: And there was nothing but invocatory cries, Mad impulses, prayers and vows that cleave The arched skies, And sudden yearning to create new gods, In order to believe.
text_transcription: AND THERE WAS NOTHING BUT INVOCATORY CRIES MAD IMPULSES PRAYERS AND VOWS THAT CLEAVED THE ARCHIT SKIES AND SUDDEN YEARNING TO CREATE NEW GODS IN ORDER TO BELIEVE
phonemes: ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɪnvˈoʊkətˌɔːɹi kɹˈaɪz, mˈæd ˈɪmpʌlsᵻz, pɹˈɛɹz ænd vˈaʊz ðæt klˈiːv ðɪ ˈɑːɹtʃt skˈaɪz, ænd sˈʌdən jˈɜːnɪŋ tə kɹiːˈeɪt nˈuː ɡˈɑːdz, ɪn ˈɔːɹdɚ tə bᵻlˈiːv.