text_original: sweet, let death prevail Upon you, as your nervous outlines thicken And totter, as your crimsons stale, 1 feel fresh rhythms quicken. Fresh music follows you.
text_transcription: O SWEET LET DEATH PREVAIL UPON YOU AS YOUR NERVOUS OUTLINES THICKEN AND TOTTER AS YOUR CRIMSONS STALE I FEEL FRESH RHYTHMS QUICKEN FRESH MUSIC FOLLOWS YOU
phonemes: swˈiːt, lˈɛt dˈɛθ pɹɪvˈeɪl əpˌɑːn juː, æz jʊɹ nˈɜːvəs ˈaʊtlaɪnz θˈɪkən ænd tˈɑːɾɚ, æz jʊɹ kɹˈɪmsənz stˈeɪl, wˈʌn fˈiːl fɹˈɛʃ ɹˈɪðəmz kwˈɪkən. fɹˈɛʃ mjˈuːzɪk fˈɑːloʊz juː.