text_original: Red lit it glowers like Hell's dark towers Set in the iron sea; And monster swarms with awful forms Roll though it cloudily. Still overhead the unknown dread, Whose shadow dyes the sea, At wrath winged wait behind its gate Till God shall set it free.
text_transcription: RED LIT IT GLOWETH LIKE HELL'S DARK TOWERS SET IN THE IRON SEA AND MONSTER SWARMS WITH AWFUL FORMS ROLL THROUGH IT CLOUDILY STILL OVERHEAD THE UNKNOWN DREAD WHOSE SHADOW DIES THE SEA AT A WRATH WINGED WAIT BEHIND ITS GATE TILL GOD SHALL SET IT FREE
phonemes: ɹˈɛd lˈɪt ɪt ɡlˈaʊɚz lˈaɪk hˈɛlz dˈɑːɹk tˈaʊɚz sˈɛt ɪnðɪ ˈaɪɚn sˈiː; ænd mˈɔnstɚ swˈɔːɹmz wɪð ˈɔːfəl fˈɔːɹmz ɹˈoʊl ðˌoʊ ɪt klˈaʊdili. stˈɪl ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn dɹˈɛd, hˌuːz ʃˈædoʊ dˈaɪz ðə sˈiː, æt ɹˈæθ wˈɪŋd wˈeɪt bᵻhˌaɪnd ɪts ɡˈeɪt tˈɪl ɡˈɑːd ʃˌæl sˈɛt ɪt fɹˈiː.