text_original: It knocks anxiously at the dark portals of death ; and it is not annihilation that answers. The prisoner rolled upon the floor and wrung his hands, with moans more heart rending than the everlasting wail of the damned. " God have mercy I Holy angels in heaven, if you exist, have pity upon me
text_transcription: IT KNOCKS ANXIOUSLY AT THE DARK PORTALS OF DEATH AND IT IS NOT ANNIHILATION THAT ANSWERS THE PRISONER RODE UPON THE FLOOR AND WRUNG HIS HANDS WITH MOANS MORE HEARTRENDING THAN THE EVERLASTING WAIL OF THE DAMNED O GOD HAVE MERCY HOLY ANGELS IN HEAVEN IF YOU EXIST HAVE PITY UPON ME
phonemes: ɪt nˈɑːks ˈæŋʃəsli æt ðə dˈɑːɹk pˈɔːɹɾəlz ʌv dˈɛθ ; ænd ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt ɐnˌaɪəlˈeɪʃən ðæt ˈænsɚz. ðə pɹˈɪzənɚ ɹˈoʊld əpˌɑːn ðə flˈɔːɹ ænd ɹˈʌŋ hɪz hˈændz, wɪð mˈoʊnz mˈɔːɹ hˈɑːɹt ɹˈɛndɪŋ ðɐn ðɪ ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ wˈeɪl ʌvðə dˈæmd. " ɡˈɑːd hæv mˈɜːsi aɪ hˈoʊli ˈeɪndʒəlz ɪn hˈɛvən, ɪf juː ɛɡzˈɪst, hæv pˈɪɾi əpˌɑːn mˌiː