text_original: Ye reap but with the cannon, and do hold Your plowing to the murder god s commands; And at your altars Desolation stands, And in your hearts is conquest, as of old.
text_transcription: YE REAP BUT WITH THE CANNON AND DO HOLD YOUR PLOUGHING TO THE MURDER GOD'S COMMANDS AND AT YOUR ALTARS DESOLATION STANDS AND IN YOUR HEARTS IS CONQUEST AS OF OLD
phonemes: jiː ɹˈiːp bˌʌt wɪððə kˈænən, ænd dˈuː hˈoʊld jʊɹ plˈaʊɪŋ tə ðə mˈɜːdɚ ɡˈɑːd ˈɛs kəmˈændz; ænd æt jʊɹ ˈɔltɚz dˌɛsəlˈeɪʃən stˈændz, ænd ɪn jʊɹ hˈɑːɹts ɪz kˈɑːŋkwɛst, æz ʌv ˈoʊld.