text_original: "But never crashing iceberg Nor honest shot of foe, Nor hidden reef has sent me The way that I must go. My wound that stains the waters, My blood that is like flame, Bear witness to a loathly deed, A deed without a name.
text_transcription: BUT NEVER CRASHING ICEBERG NOR HONEST SHOT OF FOE NOR HIDDEN REEF HAS SENT ME THE WAY THAT I MUST GO MY WOUND THAT STAINS THE WATERS MY BLOOD THAT IS LIKE FLAME BEAR WITNESS TO A LOATHLY DEED A DEED WITHOUT A NAME
phonemes: "bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ kɹˈæʃɪŋ ˈaɪsbɜːɡ nˈɔːɹ ˈɑːnɪst ʃˈɑːt ʌv fˈoʊ, nˈɔːɹ hˈɪdən ɹˈiːf hɐz sˈɛnt mˌiː ðə wˈeɪ ðæt aɪ mˈʌst ɡˈoʊ. maɪ wˈuːnd ðæt stˈeɪnz ðə wˈɔːɾɚz, maɪ blˈʌd ðæt ɪz lˈaɪk flˈeɪm, bˈɛɹ wˈɪtnəs tʊ ɐ lˈoʊθli dˈiːd, ɐ dˈiːd wɪðˌaʊt ɐ nˈeɪm.