text_original: Below the bleak and slowly shifting stars, Man turns him in his madness, to reveal His ancient folly and his ancient crime, And on the tragic breast austere with scars Re girds the mail, and draws the hilted steel, Cold from the twilight battlefields of Time.
text_transcription: BELOW THE BLEAK AND SLOWLY SHIFTING STARS MAN TURNS HIM IN HIS MADNESS TO REVEAL HIS ANCIENT FOLLY AND HIS ANCIENT CRIME AND ON THE TRAGIC BREAST AUSTERE WITH SCARS REGARDS THE MALE AND DRAWS THE HILTED STEEL COLD FROM THE TWILIGHT BATTLE FIELDS OF TIME
phonemes: bᵻlˌoʊ ðə blˈiːk ænd slˈoʊli ʃˈɪftɪŋ stˈɑːɹz, mˈæn tˈɜːnz hˌɪm ɪn hɪz mˈædnəs, tə ɹᵻvˈiːl hɪz ˈeɪntʃənt fˈɑːli ænd hɪz ˈeɪntʃənt kɹˈaɪm, ænd ɔnðə tɹˈædʒɪk bɹˈɛst ɔːstˈɪɹ wɪð skˈɑːɹz ɹˌiː ɡˈɜːdz ðə mˈeɪl, ænd dɹˈɔːz ðə hˈɪltᵻd stˈiːl, kˈoʊld fɹʌmðə twˈaɪlaɪt bˈæɾəlfˌiːldz ʌv tˈaɪm.