text_original: Pine clad peaks! Rushing waters! Glens where we were once so glad! There's a light passed from you, There's a joy outcast from you,   You have lost your Oread.
text_transcription: PINE CLAD PEAKS RUSHING WATERS GLENS WHERE WE WERE ONCE SO GLAD THERE'S A LIGHT PASSED FROM YOU THERE'S A JOY OUTCAST FROM YOU YOU HAVE LOST YOUR AUREAD
phonemes: pˈaɪn klˈæd pˈiːks! ɹˈʌʃɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz! ɡlˈɛnz wˌɛɹ wiː wɜː wˈʌns sˌoʊ ɡlˈæd! ðɛɹz ɐ lˈaɪt pˈæst fɹʌm juː, ðɛɹz ɐ dʒˈɔɪ ˈaʊtkæst fɹʌm juː,   juː hæv lˈɔst jʊɹ ˈɔːɹiːd.