text_original: But the old man laughed in the thunder as he set his casque on his brow, And he waved his sword in the lightnings and clung to the painted prow. And the shaft of the storm god's quiver, flashed out from the flame flushed skies, Rang down on his war worn harness, and gleamed in his fiery eyes.
text_transcription: BUT THE OLD MAN LAUGHED IN THE THUNDER AS HE SET HIS CASK ON HIS BROW AND HE WAVED HIS SWORD IN THE LIGHTNINGS AND CLUNG TO THE PAINTED PROW AND THE SHAFT OF THE STORM GOD'S QUIVER FLASHED OUT FROM THE FLAME FLASHED SKIES RANG DOWN ON HIS WAR WORN HARNESS AND GLEAMED IN HIS FIERY EYES
phonemes: bˌʌt ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn lˈæft ɪnðə θˈʌndɚɹ æz hiː sˈɛt hɪz kˈæsk ˌɔn hɪz bɹˈaʊ, ænd hiː wˈeɪvd hɪz sˈɔːɹd ɪnðə lˈaɪtnɪŋz ænd klˈʌŋ tə ðə pˈeɪntᵻd pɹˈaʊ. ænd ðə ʃˈæft ʌvðə stˈɔːɹm ɡˈɑːdz kwˈɪvɚ, flˈæʃt ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə flˈeɪm flˈʌʃt skˈaɪz, ɹˈæŋ dˌaʊn ˌɔn hɪz wˈɔːɹ wˈɔːɹn hˈɑːɹnɪs, ænd ɡlˈiːmd ɪn hɪz fˈaɪɚɹi ˈaɪz.