text_original: All must perish ! The race of Hengist is gone — The name of Horsa is no more ! Shrink not then from your doom, sons of the sword ! Let your blades drink blood like wine ; Feast ye in the banquet of slaughter, By the light of the blazing halls
text_transcription: ALL MUST PERISH THE RAYS OF HANGIST IS GONE THE NAME OF HORSESA IS NO MORE SHRINK NOT THEN FROM YOUR DOOM SONS OF THE SWORD LET YOUR BLADES DRINK BLOOD LIKE WINE FEAST YOU IN THE BANQUET OF SLAUGHTER BY THE LIGHT OF THE BLAZING HALLS
phonemes: ˈɔːl mˈʌst pˈɛɹɪʃ ! ðə ɹˈeɪs ʌv hˈɛŋɡɪst ɪz ɡˈɔn — ðə nˈeɪm ʌv hˈɔːɹsə ɪz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ! ʃɹˈɪŋk nˌɑːt ðˈɛn fɹʌm jʊɹ dˈuːm, sˈʌnz ʌvðə sˈɔːɹd ! lˈɛt jʊɹ blˈeɪdz dɹˈɪŋk blˈʌd lˈaɪk wˈaɪn ; fˈiːst jiː ɪnðə bˈæŋkwɪt ʌv slˈɔːɾɚ, baɪ ðə lˈaɪt ʌvðə blˈeɪzɪŋ hˈɔːlz