text_original: Then black as blood through streaming scud Land loomed above our boom, A land of iron gulfs and crags And cataracts, like wind tossed rags, And caverns lost in gloom.
text_transcription: THEN BLACK AS BLOOD THROUGH STREAMING SCUD LAND LOOMED ABOVE OUR BOOM A LAND OF IRON GULFS AND CRAGS AND CATARACTS LIKE WIND TOSSED RAGS AND CAVERNS LOST IN GLOOM
phonemes: ðˈɛn blˈæk æz blˈʌd θɹuː stɹˈiːmɪŋ skˈʌd lˈænd lˈuːmd əbˌʌv ˌaʊɚ bˈuːm, ɐ lˈænd ʌv ˈaɪɚn ɡˈʌlfs ænd kɹˈæɡz ænd kˈæɾɐɹˌækts, lˈaɪk wˈɪnd tˈɔst ɹˈæɡz, ænd kˈævɚnz lˈɔst ɪn ɡlˈuːm.