text_original: But the smile is faded from the day ; Our drink is bitter, our bread is stone And amid the shadows we sit and say : " Nothing is worth with Freya gone."
text_transcription: BUT THE SMILE IS FADED FROM THE DAY OUR DRINK IS BITTER OUR BREAD IS STONE AND AMID THE SHADOWS WE SIT AND SAY NOTHING IS WORTH WITH FRAYER GONE
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə smˈaɪl ɪz fˈeɪdᵻd fɹʌmðə dˈeɪ ; ˌaʊɚ dɹˈɪŋk ɪz bˈɪɾɚ, ˌaʊɚ bɹˈɛd ɪz stˈoʊn ænd ɐmˈɪd ðə ʃˈædoʊz wiː sˈɪt ænd sˈeɪ : " nˈʌθɪŋ ɪz wˈɜːθ wɪð fɹˈeɪə ɡˈɔn."