text_original: \ " Black, red, and gold, their flag shines in the sun, The Black Eagle falls, sullied, from the staff. Here ends, O ZoUern, thy glorious story. Here fell a king, but not in battle. No longer do we turn our eyes To the fallen star.
text_transcription: BLACK RED AND GOLD THEIR FLAG SHINES IN THE SUN THE BLACK EAGLE FALLS SULLIED FROM THE STAFF HERE ENDS O TALON THY GLORIOUS STORY HERE FELL A KING BUT NOT IN BATTLE NO LONGER DO WE TURN OUR EYES TO THE FALLEN STAR
phonemes: bˈækslæʃ " blˈæk, ɹˈɛd, ænd ɡˈoʊld, ðɛɹ flˈæɡ ʃˈaɪnz ɪnðə sˈʌn, ðə blˈæk ˈiːɡəl fˈɔːlz, sˈʌlid, fɹʌmðə stˈæf. hˈɪɹ ˈɛndz, ˈoʊ zˈoʊ jˈuːən, ðˌaɪ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs stˈɔːɹi. hˈɪɹ fˈɛl ɐ kˈɪŋ, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ɪn bˈæɾəl. nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ dˈuː wiː tˈɜːn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz tə ðə fˈɔːlən stˈɑːɹ.