text_original: Yet now for you who, 'mid the blowing grass That hides the grave of honour, sit and stare In the great muteness of forgotten prayer The vengeance of the Lord has come to pass
text_transcription: YET NOW FOR YOU WHO MID THE BLOWING GRASS THAT HIDES THE GRAVE OF HONOR SIT AND STARE IN THE GREAT MUTENESS OF FORGOTTEN PRAYER THE VENGEANCE OF THE LORD HAS COME TO PASS
phonemes: jˈɛt nˈaʊ fɔːɹ juː hˈuː, mˈɪd ðə blˈoʊɪŋ ɡɹˈæs ðæt hˈaɪdz ðə ɡɹˈeɪv ʌv ˈɑːnɚ, sˈɪt ænd stˈɛɹ ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪt mjˈuːtnəs ʌv fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ pɹˈɛɹ ðə vˈɛndʒəns ʌvðə lˈɔːɹd hɐz kˈʌm tə pˈæs