text_original: Make way for the thrill Of the soul that is starting   Onlooking  departing Across the threshold of clay. Bend, bow to the will Of the soul that is up and away!
text_transcription: MAKE WAY FOR THE THRILL OF THE SOUL THAT IS STARTING ON LOOKING DEPARTING ACROSS THE THRESHOLD OF CLAY BEND BOW TO THE WILL OF THE SOUL THAT IS UP AND AWAY
phonemes: mˌeɪk wˈeɪ fɚðə θɹˈɪl ʌvðə sˈoʊl ðæt ɪz stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ˈɑːnlʊkɪŋ dᵻpˈɑːɹɾɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld ʌv klˈeɪ. bˈɛnd, bˈoʊ tə ðə wɪl ʌvðə sˈoʊl ðæt ɪz ˌʌp ænd ɐwˈeɪ!