text_original: Slow and grand Wavers a solemn dirge across the land, One soul, in my lost moment, found a way To throw the mock to Time, and call him slave.
text_transcription: SLOW AND GRAND WAVERS A SOLEMN DIRGE ACROSS THE LAND ONE SOUL IN MY LOST MOMENT FOUND A WAY TO THROW THE MOCK TO TIME AND CALL HIM SLAVE
phonemes: slˈoʊ ænd ɡɹˈænd wˈeɪvɚz ɐ sˈɑːləm dˈɜːdʒ əkɹˌɑːs ðə lˈænd, wˈʌn sˈoʊl, ɪn maɪ lˈɔst mˈoʊmənt, fˈaʊnd ɐ wˈeɪ tə θɹˈoʊ ðə mˈɑːk tə tˈaɪm, ænd kˈɔːl hˌɪm slˈeɪv.