text_original: "My wrong cries out for vengeance, The blow that sent me here Was aimed in Hell. My dying scream Has reached Jehovah's ear. Not all the seven oceans Shall wash away that stain; Upon a brow that wears a crown I am the brand of Cain."
text_transcription: MY WRONG CRIES OUT FOR VENGEANCE THE BLOW THAT SENT ME HERE WAS AIMED IN HELL MY DYING SCREAM HAS REACHED JEHOVAH'S EAR NOT ALL THE SEVEN OCEANS SHALL WASH AWAY THAT STAIN UPON A BROW THAT WEARS A CROWN I AM THE BRAND OF CAIN
phonemes: "maɪ ɹˈɔŋ kɹˈaɪz ˈaʊt fɔːɹ vˈɛndʒəns, ðə blˈoʊ ðæt sˈɛnt mˌiː hˈɪɹ wʌz ˈeɪmd ɪn hˈɛl. maɪ dˈaɪɪŋ skɹˈiːm hɐz ɹˈiːtʃt dʒəhˈoʊvəz ˈɪɹ. nˌɑːt ˈɔːl ðə sˈɛvən ˈoʊʃənz ʃˌæl wˈɑːʃ ɐwˈeɪ ðæt stˈeɪn; əpˌɑːn ɐ bɹˈaʊ ðæt wˈɛɹz ɐ kɹˈaʊn aɪɐm ðə bɹˈænd ʌv kˈeɪn."