text_original: Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal    Luke Havergal. No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies To rift the fiery night that's in your eyes; But there, where western glooms are gathering, The dark will end the dark, if anything: God slays Himself with every leaf that flies, And hell is more than half of paradise. No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies    In eastern skies.
text_transcription: GO TO THE WESTERN GATE LUKE HAVE LUKE HAVE NO THERE IS NOT A DAWN IN EASTERN SKIES TO RIFT THE FIERY NIGHT THAT'S IN YOUR EYES BUT THERE WHERE WESTERN GLOOMS ARE GATHERING THE DARK WILL END THE DARK IF ANYTHING GOD SLATES HIMSELF WITH EVERY LEAF THAT FLIES AND HELL IS MORE THAN HALF OF PARADISE NO THERE IS NOT A DAWN IN EASTERN SKIES IN EASTERN SKIES
phonemes: ɡˌoʊ tə ðə wˈɛstɚn ɡˈeɪt, lˈuːk hævˈɜːɡəl lˈuːk hævˈɜːɡəl. nˈoʊ, ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːɾə dˈɔːn ɪn ˈiːstɚn skˈaɪz tə ɹˈɪft ðə fˈaɪɚɹi nˈaɪt ðæts ɪn jʊɹ ˈaɪz; bˌʌt ðˈɛɹ, wˌɛɹ wˈɛstɚn ɡlˈuːmz ɑːɹ ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ, ðə dˈɑːɹk wɪl ˈɛnd ðə dˈɑːɹk, ɪf ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ: ɡˈɑːd slˈeɪz hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ˈɛvɹi lˈiːf ðæt flˈaɪz, ænd hˈɛl ɪz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn hˈæf ʌv pˈæɹədˌaɪs. nˈoʊ, ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːɾə dˈɔːn ɪn ˈiːstɚn skˈaɪz ɪn ˈiːstɚn skˈaɪz.