text_original: 405 When the first beams of the rising sun gilded the sharp peaks of lofty glaciers still half submerged in darkness, mournful peace and fearful silence reigued in Black Pillar Pass, broken only by feeble moans borne away by the chill breeze.
text_transcription: WHEN THE FIRST BEAMS OF THE RISING SUN GILDED THE SHARP PEAKS OF LOFTY GLACIERS STILL HALF SUBMERGED IN DARKNESS MOURNFUL PEACE AND FEARFUL SILENCE REIGNED IN BLACK PILLAR PATHS BROKEN ONLY BY FEEBLE MOANS BORNE AWAY BY THE CHILL BREEZE
phonemes: fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd fˈaɪv wɛn ðə fˈɜːst bˈiːmz ʌvðə ɹˈaɪzɪŋ sˈʌn ɡˈɪldᵻd ðə ʃˈɑːɹp pˈiːks ʌv lˈɔfti ɡlˈeɪʃɚz stˈɪl hˈæf səbmˈɜːdʒd ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs, mˈɔːɹnfəl pˈiːs ænd fˈɪɹfəl sˈaɪləns ɹˈaɪɡd ɪn blˈæk pˈɪlɚ pˈæs, bɹˈoʊkən ˈoʊnli baɪ fˈiːbəl mˈoʊnz bˈɔːɹn ɐwˈeɪ baɪ ðə tʃˈɪl bɹˈiːz.