text_original: Open the curtain, child. Yes, it is night. It was night then, when I awoke to feel That deadly chill, and see by ghostly gleams Of moonlight, creeping through the grated door, The coffins of my fathers all about.
text_transcription: OPEN THE CURTAIN CHILD YES IT IS NIGHT IT WAS NIGHT THEN WHEN I AWOKE TO FEEL THAT DEADLY CHILL AND SEE BY GHOSTLY GLEAMS OF MOONLIGHT CREEPING THROUGH THE GRATED DOOR THE COFFINS OF MY FATHERS ALL ABOUT
phonemes: ˈoʊpən ðə kˈɜːtən, tʃˈaɪld. jˈɛs, ɪɾ ɪz nˈaɪt. ɪt wʌz nˈaɪt ðˈɛn, wˌɛn aɪ ɐwˈoʊk tə fˈiːl ðæt dˈɛdli tʃˈɪl, ænd sˈiː baɪ ɡˈoʊstli ɡlˈiːmz ʌv mˈuːnlaɪt, kɹˈiːpɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾᵻd dˈɔːɹ, ðə kˈɔfɪnz ʌv maɪ fˈɑːðɚz ˈɔːl ɐbˈaʊt.