text_original: Each woe they suffered in a hostile land The flame of vengeance in their bosoms fanned. They thirst for slaughter, and the signal wait To wrest the captives from their horrid fate.
text_transcription: EACH WOE THEY SUFFERED IN A HOSTILE LAND THE FLAME OF VENGEANCE IN THEIR BOSOMS FANNED THEY THIRST FOR SLAUGHTER AND THE SIGNAL WAIT TO WREST THE CAPTIVES FROM THEIR HORRID FATE
phonemes: ˈiːtʃ wˈoʊ ðeɪ sˈʌfɚd ɪn ɐ hˈɑːstəl lˈænd ðə flˈeɪm ʌv vˈɛndʒəns ɪn ðɛɹ bˈʊzəmz fˈænd. ðeɪ θˈɜːst fɔːɹ slˈɔːɾɚ, ænd ðə sˈɪɡnəl wˈeɪt tə ɹˈɛst ðə kˈæptɪvz fɹʌm ðɛɹ hˈɔːɹɪd fˈeɪt.