text_original: with the rush of a wind, From the labyrinth caves of our slumber we feel we have brought forth a mind ; And the shock as the shock of battle, when our vision rends the veil As the sun swims in blood on the waters; 'tis the Life of our life doth prevail
text_transcription: WITH THE RUSH OF A WIND FROM THE LABYRINTH CAVES OF OUR SLUMBER WE FEEL WE HAVE BROUGHT FORTH A MIND AND THE SHOCK AS THE SHOCK OF BATTLE WHEN OUR VISION RENDS THE VEIL AS THE SUN SWIMS IN BLOOD ON THE WATERS TIS THE LIFE OF OUR LIFE DOTH PREVAIL
phonemes: wɪððə ɹˈʌʃ əvə wˈɪnd, fɹʌmðə lˈæbɚɹˌɪnθ kˈeɪvz ʌv ˌaʊɚ slˈʌmbɚ wiː fˈiːl wiː hæv bɹˈɔːt fˈɔːɹθ ɐ mˈaɪnd ; ænd ðə ʃˈɑːk æz ðə ʃˈɑːk ʌv bˈæɾəl, wˌɛn ˌaʊɚ vˈɪʒən ɹˈɛndz ðə vˈeɪl æz ðə sˈʌn swˈɪmz ɪn blˈʌd ɔnðə wˈɔːɾɚz; tˈɪz ðə lˈaɪf ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪf dʌθ pɹɪvˈeɪl