text_original: Their feet take hold on Hell, and on their path Lie Beauty violate and Love profaned; Their armies trample and their chariots ride On harvests and the hearth stone, and your wrath Wakes not, nor hath your purblind strength arraigned Their idiot "honor" and insensate pride!
text_transcription: THEIR FEET TAKE HOLD ON HELL AND ON THEIR PATH LIE BEAUTY VIOLATE AND LOVE PROFANED THEIR ARMIES TRAMPLE AND THEIR CHARIOTS RIDE ON HARVESTS AND THE HEARTHSTONE AND YOUR WRATH WAKES NOT NOR HATH YOUR PURBLIND STRENGTH ARRAIGNED THEIR IDIOT HONOR AND INSENSATE PRIDE
phonemes: ðɛɹ fˈiːt tˈeɪk hˈoʊld ˌɔn hˈɛl, ænd ˌɔn ðɛɹ pˈæθ lˈaɪ bjˈuːɾi vˈaɪəleɪt ænd lˈʌv pɹəfˈeɪnd; ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹmiz tɹˈæmpəl ænd ðɛɹ tʃˈæɹiəts ɹˈaɪd ˌɔn hˈɑːɹvɪsts ænd ðə hˈɑːɹθ stˈoʊn, ænd jʊɹ ɹˈæθ wˈeɪks nˈɑːt, nˈɔːɹ hæθ jʊɹ pˈɜːblaɪnd stɹˈɛŋθ ɚɹˈeɪnd ðɛɹ ˈɪdɪət "ˈɑːnɚ" ænd ɪnsˈɛnseɪt pɹˈaɪd!