text_original: It was horrible to hear such laughter mingled with the groans of a father looking upon the dead body of his sou. " By my ancestor Ingulf! you may call, Count d'Ahle  feld, but you cannot wake him." All at once his cruel face darkened, and he said in a melancholy voice : " Weep for your son, if you will ; I avenge mine."
text_transcription: IT WAS HORRIBLE TO HEAR SUCH LAUGHTER MINGLED WITH THE GROANS OF A FATHER LOOKING UPON THE DEAD BODY OF HIS SON BY MY ANCESTAINGULF YOU MAY CALL COUNT DELAFELD BUT YOU CANNOT WAKE HIM ALL AT ONCE HIS CRUEL FACE DARKENED AND HE SAID IN A MELANCHOLY VOICE WEEP FOR YOUR SON IF YOU WILL I AVENGE MINE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz hˈɔːɹɪbəl tə hˈɪɹ sˈʌtʃ lˈæftɚ mˈɪŋɡəld wɪððə ɡɹˈoʊnz əvə fˈɑːðɚ lˈʊkɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə dˈɛd bˈɑːdi ʌv hɪz sˈuː. " baɪ maɪ ˈænsɛstɚɹ ɪŋɡˈʌlf! juː mˈeɪ kˈɔːl, kˈaʊnt dˈɑːəl fˈɛld, bˌʌt juː kænˈɑːt wˈeɪk hˌɪm." ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns hɪz kɹˈuːəl fˈeɪs dˈɑːɹkənd, ænd hiː sˈɛd ɪn ɐ mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli vˈɔɪs : " wˈiːp fɔːɹ jʊɹ sˈʌn, ɪf juː wˈɪl ; aɪ ɐvˈɛndʒ mˈaɪn."