text_original: When asked to dine, to meet these traveled people, My soup seems brewed from cemetery bones. The fish grows cold on some cathedral steeple, I miss two courses while I stare at thrones.
text_transcription: WHEN AS TO DINE I MEET THESE TRAVELLED PEOPLE MY SOUP SEEPS BROOD FROM CEMETERY BONES THE FISH GROWS COLD ON SOME CATHEDRAL STEEPLE I MISS TWO COURSES WHILE I STARE AT THRONES
phonemes: wˌɛn ˈæskt tə dˈaɪn, tə mˈiːt ðiːz tɹˈævəld pˈiːpəl, maɪ sˈuːp sˈiːmz bɹˈuːd fɹʌm sˈɛmɪtˌɛɹi bˈoʊnz. ðə fˈɪʃ ɡɹˈoʊz kˈoʊld ˌɔn sˌʌm kɐθˈiːdɹəl stˈiːpəl, aɪ mˈɪs tˈuː kˈɔːɹsᵻz wˌaɪl aɪ stˈɛɹ æt θɹˈoʊnz.