text_original: As the dead year is clasped by a dead December, So let your dead sins with your dead days lie. A new life is yours, and a new hope. Remember, We build our own ladders to climb to the sky.
text_transcription: AS THE DEAD YEAR IS CLASPED BY A DEAD DECEMBER SO LET YOUR DEAD SINS WITH YOUR DEAD DAYS LIE A NEW LIFE IS YOURS AND A NEW HOPE REMEMBER WE BUILD OUR OWN LADDERS TO CLIMB TO THE SKY
phonemes: æz ðə dˈɛd jˈɪɹ ɪz klˈæspt baɪ ɐ dˈɛd dᵻsˈɛmbɚ, sˌoʊ lˈɛt jʊɹ dˈɛd sˈɪnz wɪð jʊɹ dˈɛd dˈeɪz lˈaɪ. ɐ nˈuː lˈaɪf ɪz jˈɔːɹz, ænd ɐ nˈuː hˈoʊp. ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, wiː bˈɪld ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn lˈædɚz tə klˈaɪm tə ðə skˈaɪ.