text_original: Now let the strong, unweariable chords Of battle shake to thunder, and the hordes Advance, where now the famished vultures scream. The standards gather and the trumpets gleam; Down the long hill side stare the mounted lords.
text_transcription: NOW LET THE STRONG UNWEARIABLE CHORDS OF BATTLE SHAKE TO THUNDER AND THE HORDES ADVANCE WHERE NOW THE FAMISHED VULTURES SCREAM THE STANDARDS GATHER AND THE TRUMPETS GLEAM DOWN THE LONG HILL SIDE STARE THE MOUNTED LORDS
phonemes: nˈaʊ lˈɛt ðə stɹˈɔŋ, ʌnwˈɛɹɪəbəl kˈɔːɹdz ʌv bˈæɾəl ʃˈeɪk tə θˈʌndɚ, ænd ðə hˈɔːɹdz ɐdvˈæns, wˌɛɹ nˈaʊ ðə fˈæmɪʃt vˈʌltʃɚz skɹˈiːm. ðə stˈændɚdz ɡˈæðɚ ænd ðə tɹˈʌmpɪts ɡlˈiːm; dˌaʊn ðə lˈɔŋ hˈɪl sˈaɪd stˈɛɹ ðə mˈaʊntᵻd lˈɔːɹdz.