text_original: A chill Strikes through the sun upon the window sill   I know you now  I follow where you will, O tyrant Death!"
text_transcription: A CHILL STRIKES THROUGH THE SUN UPON THE WINDOW SILL I KNOW YOU NOW I FOLLOW WHERE YOU WILL O TYRANT DEATH
phonemes: ɐ tʃˈɪl stɹˈaɪks θɹuː ðə sˈʌn əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɪndoʊ sˈɪl aɪ nˈoʊ juː nˈaʊ aɪ fˈɑːloʊ wˌɛɹ juː wˈɪl, ˈoʊ tˈaɪɹənt dˈɛθ!"