text_original: O dark and cruel State, Whose towers are altars unto self alone, Whose streets with tears are wet, And half thy councils given unto hate!
text_transcription: O DARK AND CRUEL STATE WHOSE TOWERS ARE ALTARS UNTO SELF ALONE WHOSE STREETS WITH TEARS ARE WET AND HAVE THY COUNSELS GIVEN UNTO HATE
phonemes: ˈoʊ dˈɑːɹk ænd kɹˈuːəl stˈeɪt, hˌuːz tˈaʊɚz ɑːɹ ˈɔltɚz ˌʌntʊ sˈɛlf ɐlˈoʊn, hˌuːz stɹˈiːts wɪð tˈɪɹz ɑːɹ wˈɛt, ænd hˈæf ðˌaɪ kˈaʊnsəlz ɡˈɪvən ˌʌntʊ hˈeɪt!