text_original: Those walls, made sacred by visions of glory and shouts of triumph, would crumble to ruin in the clinging silence.
text_transcription: THOSE WALLS MADE SACRED BY VISIONS OF GLORY AND SHOUTS OF TRIUMPH WOULD CRUMBLE TO RUIN IN THE CLINGING SILENCE
phonemes: ðoʊz wˈɔːlz, mˌeɪd sˈeɪkɹɪd baɪ vˈɪʒənz ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi ænd ʃˈaʊts ʌv tɹˈaɪʌmf, wʊd kɹˈʌmbəl tə ɹˈuːɪn ɪnðə klˈɪŋɪŋ sˈaɪləns.