text_original: In the vault of a beautiful suburban villa of Diomed, lay eighteen adults, a boy, and an infant, huddled together in attitudes terribly expressive of the agony of a lingering death. To the skulls of the children still clung their long, blonde hair.
text_transcription: IN THE VAULT OF A BEAUTIFUL SUBURBAN VILLA OF DIOMED LAY EIGHTEEN ADULTS A BOY AND AN INFANT HUDDLED TOGETHER IN ATTITUDES TERRIBLY EXPRESSIVE OF THE AGONY OF A LINGERING DEATH TO THE SKULLS OF THE CHILDREN STILL CLUNG THEIR LONG BLONDE HAIR
phonemes: ɪnðə vˈɔlt əvə bjˈuːɾifəl səbˈɜːbən vˈɪlə ʌv dɪˈɑːmd, lˈeɪ ˈeɪtiːn ɐdˈʌlts, ɐ bˈɔɪ, ænd ɐn ˈɪnfənt, hˈʌdəld təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn ˈæɾɪtˌuːdz tˈɛɹᵻbli ɛkspɹˈɛsɪv ʌvðɪ ˈæɡəni əvə lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ dˈɛθ. tə ðə skˈʌlz ʌvðə tʃˈɪldɹən stˈɪl klˈʌŋ ðɛɹ lˈɔŋ, blˈɑːnd hˈɛɹ.