text_original: Upon their roads of empire ye shall find Despair and agony and shattered things. Their suns conspire; the throne s deep shadow swings Its midnight on the race s heart and mind; Your homes they open to the rain and wind, Your portals to the bat s familiar wings.
text_transcription: UPON THEIR ROADS OF EMPIRE YE SHALL FIND DESPAIR AND AGONY AND SHATTERED THINGS THEIR SONS CONSPIRE THE THRONE'S DEEP SHADOW SWINGS ITS MIDNIGHT ON THE RACES HEART AND MIND YOUR HOMES THEY OPEN TO THE RAIN AND WIND YOUR PORTALS TO THE BAT'S FAMILIAR WINGS
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ðɛɹ ɹˈoʊdz ʌv ˈɛmpaɪɚ jiː ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd dᵻspˈɛɹ ænd ˈæɡəni ænd ʃˈæɾɚd θˈɪŋz. ðɛɹ sˈʌnz kənspˈaɪɚ; ðə θɹˈoʊn ˈɛs dˈiːp ʃˈædoʊ swˈɪŋz ɪts mˈɪdnaɪt ɔnðə ɹˈeɪs ˈɛs hˈɑːɹt ænd mˈaɪnd; jʊɹ hˈoʊmz ðeɪ ˈoʊpən tə ðə ɹˈeɪn ænd wˈɪnd, jʊɹ pˈɔːɹɾəlz tə ðə bˈæt ˈɛs fəmˈɪlɪɹ wˈɪŋz.