text_original: My foe looked on the while I ran; A scornful triumph lit his eyes. With that perverseness born in man, I nerved myself, and won the prize. All blinded by the crimson glow Of sin's disguise, I tempted Fate. "I knew thy weakness!" sneered my foe, I saved myself, and balked his hate.
text_transcription: MY FOE LOOKED ON THE WHILE I RAN A SCORNFUL TRIUMPH LIT HIS EYES WITH THAT PERVERSENESS BORN IN MAN I NERVED MYSELF AND WON THE PRIZE ALL BLINDED BY THE CRIMSON GLOW OF SIN'S DISGUISE I TEMPTED FATE I KNEW THY WEAKNESS STEERED MY FOE I SAVED MYSELF AND BALKED HIS HATE
phonemes: maɪ fˈoʊ lˈʊkt ɔnðə wˌaɪl aɪ ɹˈæn; ɐ skˈɔːɹnfəl tɹˈaɪʌmf lˈɪt hɪz ˈaɪz. wɪð ðæt pɚvˈɜːsnəs bˈɔːɹn ɪn mˈæn, aɪ nˈɜːvd maɪsˈɛlf, ænd wˈʌn ðə pɹˈaɪz. ˈɔːl blˈaɪndᵻd baɪ ðə kɹˈɪmsən ɡlˈoʊ ʌv sˈɪnz dɪsɡˈaɪz, aɪ tˈɛmptᵻd fˈeɪt. "aɪ nˈuː ðˌaɪ wˈiːknəs!" snˈɪɹd maɪ fˈoʊ, aɪ sˈeɪvd maɪsˈɛlf, ænd bˈɔːkt hɪz hˈeɪt.