text_original: Luke Havergal Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,    There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,    And in the twilight wait for what will come.
text_transcription: LUKE HAVE AGAL GO TO THE WESTERN GATE LUKE HAVEL THERE WHERE THE VINES CLING CRIMSON ON THE WALL AND IN THE TWILIGHT WAIT FOR WHAT WILL COME
phonemes: lˈuːk hævˈɜːɡəl ɡˌoʊ tə ðə wˈɛstɚn ɡˈeɪt, lˈuːk hævˈɜːɡəl,    ðɛɹ wˌɛɹ ðə vˈaɪnz klˈɪŋ kɹˈɪmsən ɔnðə wˈɔːl,    ænd ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪt wˈeɪt fɔːɹ wʌt wɪl kˈʌm.