text_original: To the throne, the trumpet sounding, Through the sepulchres resounding, Summons all, with voice astounding. Death and Nature, mazed, are quaking, When, the grave's long slumber breaking, Man to judgment is awaking.
text_transcription: TO THE THRONE THE TRUMPET SOUNDING THROUGH THE SEPULCHRES RESOUNDING SUMMONS ALL WITH VOICE ASTOUNDING DEATH AND NATURE MAZED ARE QUAKING WHEN THE GRAVE'S LONG SLUMBER BREAKING MAN TO JUDGMENT IS AWAKING
phonemes: tə ðə θɹˈoʊn, ðə tɹˈʌmpɪt sˈaʊndɪŋ, θɹuː ðə sˈɛpʌlkɚz ɹᵻzˈaʊndɪŋ, sˈʌmənz ˈɔːl, wɪð vˈɔɪs ɐstˈaʊndɪŋ. dˈɛθ ænd nˈeɪtʃɚ, mˈeɪzd, ɑːɹ kwˈeɪkɪŋ, wˌɛn, ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz lˈɔŋ slˈʌmbɚ bɹˈeɪkɪŋ, mˈæn tə dʒˈʌdʒmənt ɪz ɐwˈeɪkɪŋ.