Bright silver light looms in the great skies,
Devoted and lonely it hangs by itself,
Pleading and searching for the one she lost,
Shining, shining brightly and bold,
The moon grant us power we need hold.

Come for your lover who left you cold,
Calling, Calling, for his soul...

Darkness breached by her gentle light,
In his stead we get our might,
Great moon shine brightly for us tonight,
And grant our desire for quiet respite.

((OOT what do you think of this chant i just made that one one though...I dunno if it helps you guys gather energy from it.))