text_original: From the shadow of an oak, As I rode, Demon steed and rider broke; By the thunder shattered oak, As I rode. On the waste road through the plain, As I rode, At my back he whirled like rain; On the tempest blackened plain, As I rode.
text_transcription: FROM THE SHADOW OF AN OAK AS I RODE DEMON STEED AND RIDER BROKE BY THE THUNDER SHATTERED OAK AS I RODE ON THE WASTE ROAD THROUGH THE PLAIN AS I RODE AT MY BACK HE WHIRLED LIKE A RAIN ON THE TEMPEST BLACKENED PLAIN AS I RODE
phonemes: fɹʌmðə ʃˈædoʊ əvən ˈoʊk, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd, dˈiːmən stˈiːd ænd ɹˈaɪdɚ bɹˈoʊk; baɪ ðə θˈʌndɚ ʃˈæɾɚd ˈoʊk, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd. ɔnðə wˈeɪst ɹˈoʊd θɹuː ðə plˈeɪn, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd, æt maɪ bˈæk hiː wˈɜːld lˈaɪk ɹˈeɪn; ɔnðə tˈɛmpɪst blˈækənd plˈeɪn, æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd.