text_original: When the friends long laid in the grave, at last, stand beckoning us in the twilight glow, And wrongs endured prove that which cured, the heaven behind us too late we know.
text_transcription: WHEN THE FRIENDS LONG LAID IN THE GRAVE AT LAST STAND BECKONING US IN THE TWILIGHT GLOW AND WRONGS ENDURED PROVE THAT WHICH CURED THE HEAVEN BEHIND US TOO LATE WE KNOW
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə fɹˈɛndz lˈɔŋ lˈeɪd ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪv, æt lˈæst, stˈænd bˈɛkənɪŋ ˌʌs ɪnðə twˈaɪlaɪt ɡlˈoʊ, ænd ɹˈɔŋz ɛndˈʊɹd pɹˈuːv ðæt wˌɪtʃ kjˈʊɹd, ðə hˈɛvən bᵻhˌaɪnd ˌʌs tˈuː lˈeɪt wiː nˈoʊ.