text_original: And here I set my face towards home, For all my pilgrimage is done, Although, methinks, yon blood red sun Marshals the way to Holy Rome.
text_transcription: AND HERE I SET MY FACE TOWARDS HOME FOR ALL MY PILGRIMAGE IS DONE ALTHOUGH METHINKS YON BLOOD RED SUN MARSHALS THE WAY TO HOLY ROME
phonemes: ænd hˈɪɹ aɪ sˈɛt maɪ fˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹdz hˈoʊm, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl maɪ pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒ ɪz dˈʌn, ɔːlðˈoʊ, miːθˈɪŋks, jˈɑːn blˈʌd ɹˈɛd sˈʌn mˈɑːɹʃəlz ðə wˈeɪ tə hˈoʊli ɹˈoʊm.