On DeathR. StöhrDeath stands above me, whispering lowI know not what into my ear:Of his strange language all I knowIs, there is not a word of fear.
← LibraryR. Stöhr · songOn Deathlyrics: Walter Savage LandorAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongOn Deathlyrics: Walter Savage LandorDeathdˈɛθstandsstˈændzaboveəbˈʌvmemˈiː,whisperingwˈɪspəɹɪŋlowlˈəʊIˈaɪknownˈəʊnotnˈɒtwhatwˈɒtintoˈɪntʊmymˈaɪearˈiə:OfˈɒvhishˈɪzstrangestɹˈeɪndʒlanguagelˈæŋɡwɪdʒallˈɔːlIˈaɪknownˈəʊIsˈɪz,thereðˈeəisˈɪznotnˈɒtaeɪ̯wordwˈɜːdofˈɒvfearfˈiə.