text_original: And by the red light of the lamp, he offered the dry and fleshless skull of her son to the mother's pale lips. Too many waves of misfortune had passed over her soul for one misery the more to crush her. She gazed at the cruel monk with a fixed and meaningless stare.
text_transcription: AND BY THE RED LIGHT OF THE LAMP HE OFFERED THE DRY AND FLESHLESS SKULL OF HER SON TO THE MOTHER'S PALE LIPS TOO MANY WAVES OF MISFORTUNE HAD PASSED OVER HER SOUL FOR ONE MISERY THE MORE TO CRUSH HER SHE GAZED AT THE CRUEL MONK WITH A FIXED AND MEANINGLESS STARE
phonemes: ænd baɪ ðə ɹˈɛd lˈaɪt ʌvðə lˈæmp, hiː ˈɔfɚd ðə dɹˈaɪ ænd flˈɛʃləs skˈʌl ʌv hɜː sˈʌn tə ðə mˈʌðɚz pˈeɪl lˈɪps. tˈuː mɛni wˈeɪvz ʌv mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn hæd pˈæst ˌoʊvɚ hɜː sˈoʊl fɔːɹ wˈʌn mˈɪzɚɹi ðə mˈɔːɹ tə kɹˈʌʃ hɜː. ʃiː ɡˈeɪzd æt ðə kɹˈuːəl mˈʌŋk wɪð ɐ fˈɪkst ænd mˈiːnɪŋləs stˈɛɹ.