text_original: Beneath the sleepless stars This cloven peak shall stand against the moon In windy solitude, the whispered wars Of waters writhed in silver at my feet Shall hush the verges of the world and croon A sure compassion for my sure defeat.
text_transcription: BENEATH THE SLEEPLESS STARS THIS CLOVEN PEAK SHALL STAND AGAINST THE MOON IN WINDY SOLITUDE THE WHISPERED WARS OF WATERS WRITHED IN SILVER AT MY FEET SHALL HUSH THE VIRTUES OF THE WORLD AND CROON A SURE COMPASSION FOR MY SURE DEFEAT
phonemes: bᵻnˌiːθ ðə slˈiːpləs stˈɑːɹz ðɪs klˈoʊvən pˈiːk ʃˌæl stˈænd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə mˈuːn ɪn wˈɪndi sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd, ðə wˈɪspɚd wˈɔːɹz ʌv wˈɔːɾɚz ɹˈaɪðd ɪn sˈɪlvɚɹ æt maɪ fˈiːt ʃˌæl hˈʌʃ ðə vˈɜːdʒᵻz ʌvðə wˈɜːld ænd kɹˈuːn ɐ ʃˈʊɹ kəmpˈæʃən fɔːɹ maɪ ʃˈʊɹ dᵻfˈiːt.