text_original: SPECTRES How terrible these nights are when alone With our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude, And some old sorrow, to the world unknown, Does suddenly with silent steps intrude.
text_transcription: SPECTRES HOW TERRIBLE THESE NIGHTS ARE WHEN ALONE WITH OUR SCARRED HEARTS WE SIT IN SOLITUDE AND SOME OLD SORROW TO THE WORLD UNKNOWN DOES SUDDENLY WITH SILENT STEPS INTRUDE
phonemes: spˈɛktɚz hˌaʊ tˈɛɹᵻbəl ðiːz nˈaɪts ɑːɹ wɛn ɐlˈoʊn wɪð ˌaʊɚ skˈɑːɹd hˈɑːɹts, wiː sˈɪt ɪn sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd, ænd sˌʌm ˈoʊld sˈɑːɹoʊ, tə ðə wˈɜːld ʌnnˈoʊn, dˈʌz sˈʌdənli wɪð sˈaɪlənt stˈɛps ɪntɹˈuːd.