text_original: These are the gates to the mountain land, These are the adamantine doors, Built from the canon's rocky floors, That silently open on either hand, And silently close us in behind.
text_transcription: THESE ARE THE GATES TO THE MOUNTAIN LAND THESE ARE THE ADAMANTINE DOORS BUILT FROM THE CANYON'S ROCKY FLOORS THAT SILENTLY OPEN ON EITHER HAND AND SILENTLY CLOSE US IN BEHIND
phonemes: ðiːz ɑːɹ ðə ɡˈeɪts tə ðə mˈaʊntɪn lˈænd, ðiːz ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈædɐmˌæntiːn dˈɔːɹz, bˈɪlt fɹʌmðə kˈænənz ɹˈɑːki flˈɔːɹz, ðæt sˈaɪləntli ˈoʊpən ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ hˈænd, ænd sˈaɪləntli klˈoʊs ˌʌs ɪn bᵻhˈaɪnd.