text_original: So there may come to the need, filled with enormous de sire, One from the mire of men bearing the resonant word, Then shall the slumber dissolve, shattered as crystal by fire, He alone voids the gold sheath, chaunting the song of the sword.
text_transcription: SO THERE MAY COME TO THE NEED FILLED WITH ENORMOUS DESIRE ONE FROM THE MIRE OF MAN BEARING THE RESONANT WORD THEN SHALL THE SLUMBER DISSOLVE SHATTERED AS CRYSTAL BY FIRE HE ALONE VOIDS THE GOLD SHEATH CHAUNTING THE SONG OF THE SWORD
phonemes: sˌoʊ ðɛɹ mˈeɪ kˈʌm tə ðə nˈiːd, fˈɪld wɪð ɪnˈɔːɹməs də sˈaɪɚ, wˈʌn fɹʌmðə mˈaɪɚɹ ʌv mˈɛn bˈɛɹɪŋ ðə ɹˈɛzənənt wˈɜːd, ðˈɛn ʃˌæl ðə slˈʌmbɚ dɪsˈɑːlv, ʃˈæɾɚd æz kɹˈɪstəl baɪ fˈaɪɚ, hiː ɐlˈoʊn vˈɔɪdz ðə ɡˈoʊld ʃˈiːθ, tʃˈɔːntɪŋ ðə sˈɔŋ ʌvðə sˈɔːɹd.