text_original: unconquered, From shore to shore, Like to the whirlwind, He sends forth his cry. Like to the whirlwind Spreading his wings,... He passes, O people, Satan the great!
text_transcription: UNCONQUERED FROM SHORE TO SHORE LIKE TO THE WHIRLWIND HE SENDS FORTH HIS CRY LIKE TO THE WHIRLWIND SPREADING HIS WINGS HE PASSES O PEOPLE SATAN THE GREAT
phonemes: ʌŋkˈɑːŋkɚd, fɹʌm ʃˈɔːɹ tə ʃˈɔːɹ, lˈaɪk tə ðə wˈɜːlwɪnd, hiː sˈɛndz fˈɔːɹθ hɪz kɹˈaɪ. lˈaɪk tə ðə wˈɜːlwɪnd spɹˈɛdɪŋ hɪz wˈɪŋz,... hiː pˈæsᵻz, ˈoʊ pˈiːpəl, sˈeɪtən ðə ɡɹˈeɪt!