text_original: We came to the silent city, in the glare of the noontide heat, When the sound of a whisper rang through the length of the lonely street; No tree in the clefted ruin, no echo of song nor sound, But the dust of a world forgotten lay under the barren ground.
text_transcription: WE CAME TO THE SILENT CITY IN THE GLARE OF THE NOONTIDE HEAT WHEN THE SOUND OF A WHISPER RANG THROUGH THE LENGTH OF THE LONELY STREET NO TREE IN THE CLEFTED RUIN NO ECHO OF SONG NO SOUND BUT THE DUST OF A WORLD FORGOTTEN LAY UNDER THE BARREN GROUND
phonemes: wiː kˈeɪm tə ðə sˈaɪlənt sˈɪɾi, ɪnðə ɡlˈɛɹ ʌvðə nˈuːntaɪd hˈiːt, wˌɛn ðə sˈaʊnd əvə wˈɪspɚ ɹˈæŋ θɹuː ðə lˈɛŋθ ʌvðə lˈoʊnli stɹˈiːt; nˈoʊ tɹˈiː ɪnðə klˈɛftᵻd ɹˈuːɪn, nˈoʊ ˈɛkoʊ ʌv sˈɔŋ nˈɔːɹ sˈaʊnd, bˌʌt ðə dˈʌst əvə wˈɜːld fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ lˈeɪ ˌʌndɚ ðə bˈæɹən ɡɹˈaʊnd.