text_original: THE WIND OF WINTER The Winter Wind, the wind of death, Who knocked upon my door, Now through the key hole entereth, Invisible and hoar; He breathes around his icy breath And treads the flickering floor.
text_transcription: THE WIND OF WINTER THE WINTER WIND THE WIND OF DEATH WHO KNOCKED UPON MY DOOR NOW THROUGH THE KEYHOLE ENTERETH INVISIBLE AND HOAR HE BREATHES AROUND HIS ICY BREATH AND TREADS THE FLICKERING FLOOR
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd ʌv wˈɪntɚ ðə wˈɪntɚ wˈɪnd, ðə wˈɪnd ʌv dˈɛθ, hˌuː nˈɑːkt əpˌɑːn maɪ dˈɔːɹ, nˈaʊ θɹuː ðə kˈiː hˈoʊl ˈɛntɚɹəθ, ɪnvˈɪzᵻbəl ænd hˈɔːɹ; hiː bɹˈiːðz ɚɹˈaʊnd hɪz ˈaɪsi bɹˈɛθ ænd tɹˈɛdz ðə flˈɪkɚɹɪŋ flˈɔːɹ.