text_original: You will hasten no more with muffled step across the snow, follow  ing the scent and the track of your prey ; you are food for wolves or vultures now yourself; you have devoured many a lost traveller on the shores of Miosen during your long life of murder and carnage ; now you yourself are dead, you will eat no more men. 'T is a pity
text_transcription: YOU WILL HASTEN NO MORE WITH MUFFLED STEP ACROSS THE SNOW FOLLOWING THE SAND AND THE TRACK OF YOUR PREY YOU ARE FOOD FOR WOLVES OF VULTURES NOW YOURSELF YOU HAVE DEVOURED MANY A LOST TRAVELLER ON THE SHORES OF MEARES AND DURING YOUR LONG LIFE OF MURDER AND CARNAGE NOW YOU YOURSELF ARE DEAD YOU WILL EAT NO MORE MAN THIS IS A PITY
phonemes: juː wɪl hˈeɪsən nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ wɪð mˈʌfəld stˈɛp əkɹˌɑːs ðə snˈoʊ, fˈɑːloʊ ˈɪŋ ðə sˈɛnt ænd ðə tɹˈæk ʌv jʊɹ pɹˈeɪ ; juː ɑːɹ fˈuːd fɔːɹ wˈʊlvz ɔːɹ vˈʌltʃɚz nˈaʊ jɔːɹsˈɛlf; juː hæv dɪvˈaʊɚd mˈɛni ɐ lˈɔst tɹˈævəlɚɹ ɔnðə ʃˈɔːɹz ʌv mɪˈoʊsən dˈʊɹɹɪŋ jʊɹ lˈɔŋ lˈaɪf ʌv mˈɜːdɚ ænd kˈɑːɹnɪdʒ ; nˈaʊ juː jɔːɹsˈɛlf ɑːɹ dˈɛd, juː wɪl ˈiːt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ mˈɛn. tˈiː ɪz ɐ pˈɪɾi