text_original: "But your lanterns are unlighted And the Town is far before you: Let us hasten, I implore you/' Said the Watcher by the Way. "Long have I waited, Longer have I known That the Town would have its own. And the call be for the fated.
text_transcription: BUT YOUR LANTERNS ARE UNLIGHTED AND THE TOWN IS FAR BEFORE YOU LET US HASTEN I IMPLORE YOU SAID THE WATCHER BY THE WAY LONG HAVE I WAITED LONGER HAVE I KNOWN THAT THE TOWN WOULD HAVE ITS OWN AND THE CALL BE FOR THE FATED
phonemes: "bˌʌt jʊɹ lˈæntɚnz ɑːɹ ʌnlˈaɪɾᵻd ænd ðə tˈaʊn ɪz fˈɑːɹ bᵻfˈɔːɹ juː: lˈɛt ˌʌs hˈeɪsən, aɪ ɪmplˈɔːɹ juː slˈæʃ sˈɛd ðə wˈɑːtʃɚ baɪ ðə wˈeɪ. "lˈɔŋ hæv aɪ wˈeɪɾᵻd, lˈɔŋɡɚ hæv aɪ nˈoʊn ðætðə tˈaʊn wʊdhɐv ɪts ˈoʊn. ænd ðə kˈɔːl biː fɚðə fˈeɪɾᵻd.