text_original: The pleasure of feeling their quivering flesh throb beneath my teeth, their hot blood moisten my parched throat ; the rapture of crushing living beings against sharp rocks, and hearing the shriek of my victims mingle with the sound of their breaking limbs.
text_transcription: THE PLEASURE OF FEELING THEIR QUIVERING FLESH THROB BENEATH MY TEETH THEIR HOT BLOOD MOIST IN MY PARCH THROAT THE RAPTURE OF CRUSHING LIVING BEINGS AGAINST SHARP ROCKS AND HEARING THE SHRIEK OF MY VICTIMS MINGLE WITH THE SOUND OF THEIR BREAKING LIMBS
phonemes: ðə plˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv fˈiːlɪŋ ðɛɹ kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ flˈɛʃ θɹˈɑːb bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ tˈiːθ, ðɛɹ hˈɑːt blˈʌd mˈɔɪsən maɪ pˈɑːɹtʃt θɹˈoʊt ; ðə ɹˈæptʃɚɹ ʌv kɹˈʌʃɪŋ lˈɪvɪŋ bˈiːɪŋz ɐɡˈɛnst ʃˈɑːɹp ɹˈɑːks, ænd hˈɪɹɪŋ ðə ʃɹˈiːk ʌv maɪ vˈɪktɪmz mˈɪŋɡəl wɪððə sˈaʊnd ʌv ðɛɹ bɹˈeɪkɪŋ lˈɪmz.