text_original: The legions perish and the warships drown ; The fish and vulture batten on the slain ; And it is ye whose word hath shaken down The dykes that hold the chartless sea of pain. Your prayers deceive not men, nor shall a crown Hide on the brow the murder mark of Cain. 131 ON THE GREAT WAR II Now glut yourselves with conflict, nor refrain, But let your famished provinces be.
text_transcription: THE LEGIONS PERISH AND THE WARSHIPS DROWN THE FISH AND VULTURE BATTEN ON THE SLAIN AND IT IS YE WHOSE WORD HAS SHAKEN DOWN THE DYKES THAT HOLD THE CHARTLESS SEA OF PAIN HERE PRAYERS DECEIVE NOT MAN NOR SHALL A CROWN HIDE ON THE BROW THE MURDER MARK OF CAIN TWO NOW GLUT YOURSELVES WITH CONFLICT NOR REFRAIN BUT LET YOUR FAMISHED PROVINCES BE
phonemes: ðə lˈiːdʒənz pˈɛɹɪʃ ænd ðə wˈɔːɹʃɪps dɹˈaʊn ; ðə fˈɪʃ ænd vˈʌltʃɚ bˈæʔn̩ ɔnðə slˈeɪn ; ænd ɪɾ ɪz jiː hˌuːz wˈɜːd hæθ ʃˈeɪkən dˌaʊn ðə dˈaɪks ðæt hˈoʊld ðə tʃˈɑːɹtləs sˈiː ʌv pˈeɪn. jʊɹ pɹˈɛɹz dᵻsˈiːv nˌɑːt mˈɛn, nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl ɐ kɹˈaʊn hˈaɪd ɔnðə bɹˈaʊ ðə mˈɜːdɚ mˈɑːɹk ʌv kˈeɪn. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˌʌbəljˌuːˌeɪˈɑːɹ ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː nˈaʊ ɡlˈʌt jɔːɹsˈɛlvz wɪð kˈɑːnflɪkt, nˈɔːɹ ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn, bˌʌt lˈɛt jʊɹ fˈæmɪʃt pɹˈɑːvɪnsᵻz bˈiː.