text_original: steel, Cold from the twilight battlefields of Time. ON THE GREAT WAR TO BELGIUM As Rome beat down the kingdoms, one by one, With sword invincible, until her sway Held from the rise to set of Europe s day, So to his war adventure leapt the Hun, And as the Roman wrought, so had he done, Were not thy sons as lions on his way.
text_transcription: TO BELGIUM BY GEORGE STERLING DREADFULLY BRIVOXED AT ORCH BY SONYA TO BELGIUM AS ROME BEAT DOWN THE KINGDOMS ONE BY ONE WITH SWORD INVINCIBLE UNTIL HER SWAY HELD FROM THE RISE TO SET OF EUROPE'S DAY SO TO HIS WAR ADVENTURE LAPT THE HUN AND AS THE ROMAN WROUGHT SO HAD HE DONE WERE NOT THY SONS AS LIONS ON HIS WAY
phonemes: stˈiːl, kˈoʊld fɹʌmðə twˈaɪlaɪt bˈæɾəlfˌiːldz ʌv tˈaɪm. ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɔːɹ tuː bˈɛldʒəm æz ɹˈoʊm bˈiːt dˌaʊn ðə kˈɪŋdəmz, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, wɪð sˈɔːɹd ɪnvˈɪnsᵻbəl, ʌntˈɪl hɜː swˈeɪ hˈɛld fɹʌmðə ɹˈaɪz tə sˈɛt ʌv jˈʊɹɹəp ˈɛs dˈeɪ, sˌoʊ tə hɪz wˈɔːɹ ɐdvˈɛntʃɚ lˈɛpt ðə hˈʌn, ænd æz ðə ɹˈoʊmən ɹˈɔːt, sˌoʊ hæd hiː dˈʌn, wɜː nˌɑːt ðˌaɪ sˈʌnz æz lˈaɪənz ˌɔn hɪz wˈeɪ.