text_original: =Unconquered= However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow, To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know I am the master yet of my own fate.
text_transcription: UNCONQUERED HOWEVER SKILLED AND STRONG ART THOU MY FOE HOWEVER FIERCE IS THY RELENTLESS HATE THOUGH FIRM THY HAND AND STRONG THY AIM AND STRAIGHT THY POISONED ARROW LEAVES THE BANDED BOW TO PIERCE THE TARGET OF MY HEART AH NO I AM THE MASTER YET OF MY OWN FATE
phonemes: ˈiːkwəlz ʌŋkˈɑːŋkɚd ˈiːkwəlz haʊˈɛvɚ skˈɪld ænd stɹˈɔŋ ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ, maɪ fˈoʊ, haʊˈɛvɚ fˈɪɹs ɪz ðˌaɪ ɹɪlˈɛntləs hˈeɪt ðˌoʊ fˈɜːm ðˌaɪ hˈænd, ænd stɹˈɔŋ ðˌaɪ ˈeɪm, ænd stɹˈeɪt ðˌaɪ pˈɔɪzənd ˈæɹoʊ lˈiːvz ðə bˈɛndᵻd bˈoʊ, tə pˈɪɹs ðə tˈɑːɹɡɪt ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ˈɑː! nˈoʊ aɪɐm ðə mˈæstɚ jˈɛt ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn fˈeɪt.