text_original: Beauty, what dost thou here*? Why hauntest thou this empery of pain Where men in vain Long for another sphere? Art not an exile shy, A dreamer 'mid the swords, Upon this iron world where men defy Time and its hidden lords?
text_transcription: BEAUTY WHAT DOST THOU HEAR WHY HAUNTEST THOU THIS EMPEROR OF PAIN WHERE MEN IN VAIN LONG FOR ANOTHER'S SPHERE ART NOT AN EXILE SHY A DREAM AMID THE SWORDS UPON THIS IRON WORLD WHERE MEN DEFY TIME AND ITS HIDDEN LORDS
phonemes: bjˈuːɾi, wˌʌt dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ hˈɪɹ ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk? wˌaɪ hˈɔːntɪst ðˈaʊ ðɪs ˈɛmpɚɹi ʌv pˈeɪn wˌɛɹ mˈɛn ɪn vˈeɪn lˈɔŋ fɔːɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ sfˈɪɹ? ˈɑːɹt nˌɑːt ɐn ˈɛɡzaɪl ʃˈaɪ, ɐ dɹˈiːmɚ mˈɪd ðə sˈɔːɹdz, əpˌɑːn ðɪs ˈaɪɚn wˈɜːld wˌɛɹ mˈɛn dᵻfˈaɪ tˈaɪm ænd ɪts hˈɪdən lˈɔːɹdz?