text_original: Further down the valley the clustered tombstones recede, Winding about their dimness the mist's grey cerements, after The street lamps in the darkness have suddenly started to bleed.
text_transcription: FURTHER DOWN THE VALLEY THE CLUSTERED TOMBSTONES RECEDE WINDING ABOUT THEIR DIMNESS THE MIST'S GRAY CEREMONIES AFTER THE STREET LAMPS IN THE DARKNESS HAVE SUDDENLY STARTED TO BLEED
phonemes: fˈɜːðɚ dˌaʊn ðə vˈæli ðə klˈʌstɚd tˈuːmstoʊnz ɹᵻsˈiːd, wˈaɪndɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ðɛɹ dˈɪmnəs ðə mˈɪsts ɡɹˈeɪ sˈɛɹᵻmənts, ˈæftɚ ðə stɹˈiːt lˈæmps ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs hæv sˈʌdənli stˈɑːɹɾᵻd tə blˈiːd.