text_original: _) Shall I too sing, as he sang of old, The tuneful singer beyond the sea, When life's flame sank and his blood waxed cold, _Timor mortis conturbat me_.
text_transcription: SHALL I TOO SING AS HE SANG OF OLD THE TUNEFUL SINGER BEYOND THE SEA WHEN LIFE'S FLAMES SANK AND HIS BLOOD WAXED COLD T MORTIS CONTOR BUT ME
phonemes: ) ʃˌæl aɪ tˈuː sˈɪŋ, æz hiː sˈæŋ ʌv ˈoʊld, ðə tˈuːnfəl sˈɪŋɚ bᵻjˌɔnd ðə sˈiː, wˌɛn lˈaɪfz flˈeɪm sˈæŋk ænd hɪz blˈʌd wˈækst kˈoʊld, tˈiːmɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾiz kəntˈɜːbæt mˌiː.