text_original: It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangsThe mimes become its food,And seraphs sob at vermin fangsIn human gore imbued.
text_transcription: IT WRITHE IT WRITHES WITH MORTAL PANGS THE MINDS BECOME ITS FOOD AND SERAPHS SOB AT VERMIN FANGS IN HUMAN GORE IMBUED
phonemes: ɪt ɹˈaɪðz!—ɪt ɹˈaɪðz!—wɪð mˈɔːɹɾəl pˈæŋz ðə mˈaɪmz bɪkˌʌm ɪts fˈuːd,ænd sˈɛɹəfz sˈɑːb æt vˈɜːmɪn fˈæŋz ɪn hjˈuːmən ɡˈɔːɹ ɪmbjˈuːd.