text_original: 1879. * * * * * SONNETS "UNE HEURE VIENDRA QUI TOUT PAIERA" It was a tomb in Flanders, old and grey, A knight in armour, lying dead, unknown Among the long forgotten, yet the stone Cried out for vengeance where the dead man lay; No name was chiselled at his side to say What wrongs his spirit thirsted to atone, Only the armour with green moss o'ergrown, And those grim words no years had worn away.
text_transcription: VOXED OT ORK BY SONYA BUNOVIA AND RAKI TO PERA IT WAS A TOMB IN FLANDERS OLD AND GREY A KNIGHT IN ARMOUR LYING DEAD UNKNOWN AMONG THE LONG FORGOTTEN YET THE STONE CRIED OUT FOR VENGEANCE WHERE THE DEAD MAN LAY NO NAME WAS CHISELLED AT HIS SIDE TO SAY WHAT WRONGS HIS SPIRIT THIRSTY TO ATONE ONLY THE ARMOUR WITH GREEN MOSS OVERGROWN AND THOSE GRIM WORDS NO YEARS HAD WORN AWAY
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti nˈaɪn. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk sˈɑːnɪts "jˈuːn hjˈuːɹə vˈiːndɹə kwi tˈaʊt pˈeɪɚɹə" ɪt wʌzɐ tˈuːm ɪn flˈændɚz, ˈoʊld ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, ɐ nˈaɪt ɪn ˈɑːɹmɚ, lˈaɪɪŋ dˈɛd, ʌnnˈoʊn ɐmˌʌŋ ðə lˈɔŋ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩, jˈɛt ðə stˈoʊn kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt fɔːɹ vˈɛndʒəns wˌɛɹ ðə dˈɛd mˈæn lˈeɪ; nˈoʊ nˈeɪm wʌz tʃˈɪzəld æt hɪz sˈaɪd tə sˈeɪ wʌt ɹˈɔŋz hɪz spˈɪɹɪt θˈɜːstᵻd tʊ ɐtˈoʊn, ˈoʊnli ðɪ ˈɑːɹmɚ wɪð ɡɹˈiːn mˈɔs ˈɔːɹɡɹoʊn, ænd ðoʊz ɡɹˈɪm wˈɜːdz nˈoʊ jˈɪɹz hæd wˈɔːɹn ɐwˈeɪ.