text_original: Like pillagers of harvest, Their fame is far abroad, As gray remorseless troopers That plunder and maraud. The dust is on their corselets; Their marching fills the world; With conquest after conquest Their banners are unfurled.
text_transcription: LIKE PILLAGERS OF HARVEST THEIR FAME IS FAR ABROAD AS GREY REMORSELESS TROOPERS THAT PLUNDER AND MARAUD THE DUST IS ON THEIR CORSELETS THEIR MARCHING FILLS THE WORLD WITH CONQUEST AFTER CONQUEST THEIR BANNERS ARE UNFURLED
phonemes: lˈaɪk pˈɪlɪdʒɚz ʌv hˈɑːɹvɪst, ðɛɹ fˈeɪm ɪz fˈɑːɹ ɐbɹˈɔːd, æz ɡɹˈeɪ ɹᵻmˈɔːɹsləs tɹˈuːpɚz ðæt plˈʌndɚ ænd mɚɹˈɔːd. ðə dˈʌst ɪz ˌɔn ðɛɹ kˈɔːɹsɛlɪts; ðɛɹ mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ fˈɪlz ðə wˈɜːld; wɪð kˈɑːŋkwɛst ˈæftɚ kˈɑːŋkwɛst ðɛɹ bˈænɚz ɑːɹ ʌnfˈɜːld.