text_original: Years dawned and died. One day by venom's tongue His name was stung. He cried aloud, nor dreamed the lie was spawn Of thoughts long gone. Each mental wave we send out from the mind, Or base, or kind, Completes its circuit, then with added force Seeks its own source.
text_transcription: YEARS DAWNED AND DIED ONE DAY BY VENOM'S TONGUE HIS NAME WAS STUNG HE CRIED ALOUD NOR DREAMED THE LIE WAS SPAWN OF THOUGHTS LONG GONE EACH MENTAL WAVE WE SEND OUT FROM THE MIND OR BASE OR KIND COMPLETES ITS CIRCUIT THEN WITH ADDED FORCE SEEKS ITS OWN SOURCE
phonemes: jˈɪɹz dˈɔːnd ænd dˈaɪd. wˈʌn dˈeɪ baɪ vˈɛnəmz tˈʌŋ hɪz nˈeɪm wʌz stˈʌŋ. hiː kɹˈaɪd ɐlˈaʊd, nˈɔːɹ dɹˈiːmd ðə lˈaɪ wʌz spˈɔːn ʌv θˈɔːts lˈɔŋ ɡˈɔn. ˈiːtʃ mˈɛntəl wˈeɪv wiː sˈɛnd ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə mˈaɪnd, ɔːɹ bˈeɪs, ɔːɹ kˈaɪnd, kəmplˈiːts ɪts sˈɜːkɪt, ðˈɛn wɪð ˈædᵻd fˈɔːɹs sˈiːks ɪts ˈoʊn sˈɔːɹs.