text_original: Behold before her gates 103 'T'HE FLEEt That bar the loyal sea, Foaming upon her threshholds ceaselessly, Each messenger that waits Armed for conclusive fates — Angels of death made mighty to fulfil 'Mid thunderings her will!
text_transcription: BEHOLD BEFORE HER GATES THAT BAR THE LOYAL SEA FOAMING UPON HER THRESHOLD CEASELESSLY EACH MESSENGER THAT WAITS ARMED FOR CONCLUSIVE FATES ANGELS OF DEATH MADE MIGHTY TO FULFIL MID THUNDERINGS HER WILL
phonemes: bᵻhˈoʊld bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɜː ɡˈeɪts wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː tˈiːhˈiː flˈiːt ðæt bˈɑːɹ ðə lˈɔɪəl sˈiː, fˈoʊmɪŋ əpˌɑːn hɜː θɹˈɛʃhoʊldz sˈiːsləsli, ˈiːtʃ mˈɛsɪndʒɚ ðæt wˈeɪts ˈɑːɹmd fɔːɹ kəŋklˈuːsɪv fˈeɪts — ˈeɪndʒəlz ʌv dˈɛθ mˌeɪd mˈaɪɾi tə fʊlfˈɪl mˈɪd θˈʌndɚɹɪŋz hɜː wˈɪl!