Ciribus plays unpredictable death grind and melds it with there own unique style. Using both low gutteral tones and high pitched screeches the vocals sound like 2 pigs fucking a stray cat. Underground tunnels of septic regurgitant. Gnarling down on bloody tampons. Tastes so good, tastes like chicken. Imagine coating yourself in afterbirth. Diareah drips from your chin. A salty taste of putrid disgust while you lather yourself in secretion pus!