text_original: IV. I listen in hell! I listen in hell! Who trod the fire? Where was the scorch? Clutched, clasped, and saved, what a tale was to tell     Heaven come down to hell! Oh, like a spirit you strove for my sake! Oh, like a man you looked back for your own! Back, though you loved me heavenly well, Back, though you lost me. The gods did decree, And I listen in hell.
text_transcription: FOUR I LISTEN IN HELL I LISTEN IN HELL WHO TROD THE FIRE WHERE WAS THE SCORCH CLUTCHED CLASPED AND SAVED WHAT A TALE WAS TO TELL HEAVEN COME DOWN TO HELL OH LIKE A SPIRIT YOU STROVE FOR MY SAKE OH LIKE A MAN YOU LOOKED BACK FOR YOUR OWN BACK THOUGH YOU LOVED ME HEAVENLY WELL BACK THOUGH YOU LOST ME THE GODS DID DECREE AND I LISTEN IN HELL
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ. aɪ lˈɪsən ɪn hˈɛl! aɪ lˈɪsən ɪn hˈɛl! hˌuː tɹˈɑːd ðə fˈaɪɚ? wˌɛɹ wʌzðə skˈɔːɹtʃ? klˈʌtʃt, klˈæspt, ænd sˈeɪvd, wˌʌt ɐ tˈeɪl wʌz tə tˈɛl hˈɛvən kˈʌm dˌaʊn tə hˈɛl! ˈoʊ, lˈaɪk ɐ spˈɪɹɪt juː stɹˈoʊv fɔːɹ maɪ sˈeɪk! ˈoʊ, lˈaɪk ɐ mˈæn juː lˈʊkt bˈæk fɔːɹ jʊɹ ˈoʊn! bˈæk, ðˌoʊ juː lˈʌvd mˌiː hˈɛvənli wˈɛl, bˈæk, ðˌoʊ juː lˈɔst mˌiː. ðə ɡˈɑːdz dˈɪd dᵻkɹˈiː, ænd aɪ lˈɪsən ɪn hˈɛl.