text_original: Cold lips to colder metal press; the air Echoes those merry strains which mean despair For sleeping chieftain and for toiling squaw, But joy to those stern hearts which glory in the law XVI. Of murder paying murder's awful debt.
text_transcription: COLD LIPS TO COLDER METAL PRESS THE AIR ECHOES THOSE MERRY STRAINS WHICH MEAN DESPAIR FOR SLEEPING CHIEFTAIN AND FOR TOILING SQUAW BUT JOY TO THOSE STERN HEARTS WHICH GLORY IN THE LAW SIXTEEN OF MURDER PAYING MURDER'S AWFUL DEBT
phonemes: kˈoʊld lˈɪps tə kˈoʊldɚ mˈɛɾəl pɹˈɛs; ðɪ ˈɛɹ ˈɛkoʊz ðoʊz mˈɛɹi stɹˈeɪnz wˌɪtʃ mˈiːn dᵻspˈɛɹ fɔːɹ slˈiːpɪŋ tʃˈiːftən ænd fɔːɹ tˈɔɪlɪŋ skwˈɔː, bˌʌt dʒˈɔɪ tə ðoʊz stˈɜːn hˈɑːɹts wˌɪtʃ ɡlˈɔːɹi ɪnðə lˈɔː ɹˌoʊmən sˈɪkstiːn. ʌv mˈɜːdɚ pˈeɪɪŋ mˈɜːdɚz ˈɔːfəl dˈɛt.