text_original: Give the Garalth a ferry ! " Now Temple Michael's lights are out, Death black are stately shrine and castle, The grim woods darkle round about The walls where kinsman, child and vassal Fly that voice whose angry shout Marreth the mirth of dance and wassail. And with the darkness seems to wrestle, Frighting the soul by land and water With dreadful dreams of strife and slaughter.
text_transcription: GIVE THE GARALD THE FAIRY NOW TEMPLE MICHAEL SLIDES ARE OUT DEATH BLACK OUR STATELY SHRINE AND CASTLE THE GRIM WOODS DARKLE ROUND ABOUT THE WALLS WHERE KINSMAN CHILD AND VASSAL FLY THAT VOICE WHOSE ANGRY SHOUT MARETH THE MIRTH OF DANCE AND WOSTLE AND WITH THE DARKNESS SEEMS TO WRESTLE FRIGHTING THE SOUL BY LAND AND WATER WITH DREADFUL DREAMS OF STRIFE AND SLAUGHTER
phonemes: ɡˈɪv ðə ɡˈæɹælθ ɐ fˈɛɹi ! " nˈaʊ tˈɛmpəl mˈaɪkəlz lˈaɪts ɑːɹ ˈaʊt, dˈɛθ blˈæk ɑːɹ stˈeɪtli ʃɹˈaɪn ænd kˈæsəl, ðə ɡɹˈɪm wˈʊdz dˈɑːɹkəl ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˌaʊt ðə wˈɔːlz wˌɛɹ kˈɪnzmən, tʃˈaɪld ænd vˈæsəl flˈaɪ ðæt vˈɔɪs hˌuːz ˈæŋɡɹi ʃˈaʊt mˈɑːɹɹəθ ðə mˈɜːθ ʌv dˈæns ænd wˈɑːseɪl. ænd wɪððə dˈɑːɹknəs sˈiːmz tə ɹˈɛsəl, fɹˈaɪɾɪŋ ðə sˈoʊl baɪ lˈænd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ wɪð dɹˈɛdfəl dɹˈiːmz ʌv stɹˈaɪf ænd slˈɔːɾɚ.