text_original: Bid their hot breath its fiery rain Stream on my faithful door in vain, Vainly upon my blackened pane Grate the fierce claws of their dark wings
text_transcription: BID THEIR HOT BREATH ITS FIERY RAIN STREAM ON MY FAITHFUL DOOR IN VAIN VAINLY UPON MY BLACKEN'D PANE GRATE THE FIERCE CLAWS OF THEIR DARK WINGS
phonemes: bˈɪd ðɛɹ hˈɑːt bɹˈɛθ ɪts fˈaɪɚɹi ɹˈeɪn stɹˈiːm ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪθfəl dˈɔːɹ ɪn vˈeɪn, vˈeɪnli əpˌɑːn maɪ blˈækənd pˈeɪn ɡɹˈeɪt ðə fˈɪɹs klˈɔːz ʌv ðɛɹ dˈɑːɹk wˈɪŋz