Fire and Spice

It was time for the Fire and Spice cult's hourly worship service. Every one of the cult's 689 members raced frantically to the mansion's devotional room. Once everyone was in the room a ton of lit candles were passed out so that each member had at least one. That's when the ring leader hurried to the front of the room and flipped the switch that turned out every single light in the mansion. "All of you sinners, rise!" The ring leader shouted with a hint of annoyance and frustration in his raspy voice. The members stood, and began to whisper a faint chant in unison. It was basically a bunch of gibberish with a few real words thrown in. "Hawkoo lee, shamnoshe! Fire fly light candiley!" A two year old has better vocabulary skills.