text_original: _ Are there golden suns in a golden noon, Are there grey, still dawns on a dewy lea, Are there twilights there, with a crescent moon? _Timor mortis conturbat me.
text_transcription: ARE THERE GOLDEN SUNS IN A GOLDEN NOON ARE THEIR GRAY STILL DAWNS ON A DEWY LEA ARE THERE TWILIGHTS THERE WITH THE CRESCENT MOON TIMO MORTIS CONTOUR ABOUT ME
phonemes: ɑːɹ ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən sˈʌnz ɪn ɐ ɡˈoʊldən nˈuːn, ɑːɹ ðɛɹ ɡɹˈeɪ, stˈɪl dˈɔːnz ˌɔn ɐ dˈuːi lˈiː, ɑːɹ ðɛɹ twˈaɪlaɪts ðˈɛɹ, wɪð ɐ kɹˈɛsənt mˈuːn? tˈiːmɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾiz kəntˈɜːbæt mˌiː.