text_original: Then stride across the Public's bones, Crush all opponents under you, Until you "rise on stepping stones Of their dead selves"; and, when you do, The widow's and the orphan's tears Shall comfort your declining years!
text_transcription: THEN STRIDE ACROSS THE PUBLIC'S BONES CRUSH ALL OPPONENTS UNDER YOU UNTIL YOU RISE ON STEPPING STONES OF THEIR DEAD SELVES AND WHEN YOU DO THE WIDOWS AND THE ORPHANS TEARS SHALL COMFORT YOUR DECLINING YEARS
phonemes: ðˈɛn stɹˈaɪd əkɹˌɑːs ðə pˈʌblɪkz bˈoʊnz, kɹˈʌʃ ˈɔːl əpˈoʊnənts ˈʌndɚ juː, ʌntˈɪl juː "ɹˈaɪz ˌɔn stˈɛpɪŋ stˈoʊnz ʌv ðɛɹ dˈɛd sˈɛlvz"; ænd, wˌɛn juː dˈuː, ðə wˈɪdoʊz ænd ðɪ ˈɔːɹfənz tˈɪɹz ʃˌæl kˈʌmfɚt jʊɹ dᵻklˈaɪnɪŋ jˈɪɹz!