text_original: When God's great voice assembles The fleet on Judgment Day, The ghosts of ruined ships will rise In sea and strait and bay. Though they have lain for ages Beneath the changeless flood, They shall be white as silver, But one    shall be like blood.
text_transcription: WHEN GOD'S GREAT VOICE ASSEMBLES THE FLEET ON JUDGMENT DAY THE GHOSTS OF RUINED SHIPS WILL RISE IN SEA AND STRAIT AND BAY THOUGH THEY HAVE LAIN FOR AGES BENEATH THE CHANGELESS FLOOD THEY SHALL BE WHITE AS SILVER BUT ONE SHALL BE LIKE BLOOD
phonemes: wˌɛn ɡˈɑːdz ɡɹˈeɪt vˈɔɪs ɐsˈɛmbəlz ðə flˈiːt ˌɔn dʒˈʌdʒmənt dˈeɪ, ðə ɡˈoʊsts ʌv ɹˈuːɪnd ʃˈɪps wɪl ɹˈaɪz ɪn sˈiː ænd stɹˈeɪt ænd bˈeɪ. ðˌoʊ ðeɪ hæv lˈeɪn fɔːɹ ˈeɪdʒᵻz bᵻnˌiːθ ðə tʃˈeɪndʒləs flˈʌd, ðeɪ ʃˌæl biː wˈaɪt æz sˈɪlvɚ, bˌʌt wˈʌn ʃˌæl biː lˈaɪk blˈʌd.