text_original: On Europe now, as once on Babylon, The vulture bands go forth beneath the sun, And ravens hover at the flanks of war With clamor echoless and desolate, As tho each bird cried hoarsely to its mate, "The kings are at their bloody work once more!"
text_transcription: ON EUROPE NOW AS ONCE ON BABYLON THE VULTURE BANDS GO FORTH BENEATH THE SUN AND RAVENS HOVER AT THE FLANKS OF WAR WITH CLAMOR ECHOLESS AND DESOLATE AS THOUGH EACH BIRD CRIED HOARSELY TO ITS MATE THE KINGS ARE AT THEIR BLOODY WORK ONCE MORE
phonemes: ˌɔn jˈʊɹɹəp nˈaʊ, æz wˈʌns ˌɔn bˈæbɪlən, ðə vˈʌltʃɚ bˈændz ɡˌoʊ fˈɔːɹθ bᵻnˌiːθ ðə sˈʌn, ænd ɹˈeɪvənz hˈʌvɚɹ æt ðə flˈæŋks ʌv wˈɔːɹ wɪð klˈæmɚɹ ˈɛkoʊləs ænd dˈɛsələt, æz ðˈoʊ ˈiːtʃ bˈɜːd kɹˈaɪd hˈɔːɹsli tʊ ɪts mˈeɪt, "ðə kˈɪŋz ɑːɹ æt ðɛɹ blˈʌdi wˈɜːk wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ!"