A castrato (Italian, plural: castrati) is a type of classical male singing voice equivalent to that of a soprano, mezzo-soprano, or contralto. The voice is produced by castration of the singer before puberty, or it occurs in one who, due to an endocrinological condition, never reaches sexual maturity.
Castration before puberty (or in its early stages) prevents a boy's larynx from being transformed by the normal physiological events of puberty. As a result, the vocal range of prepubescence (shared by both sexes) is largely retained, and the voice develops into adulthood in a unique way. Prepubescent castration for this purpose diminished greatly in the late 18th century and was made illegal in Italy in 1870.
As the castrato's body grew, his lack of testosterone meant that his epiphyses (bone-joints) did not harden in the normal manner. Thus the limbs of the castrati often grew unusually long, as did the bones of their ribs. This, combined with intensive training, gave them unrivalled lung-power and breath capacity. Operating through small, child-sized vocal cords, their voices were also extraordinarily flexible, and quite different from the equivalent adult female voice. Their vocal range was higher than that of the uncastrated adult male (see soprano, mezzo-soprano, alto, sopranist, countertenor and contralto). Listening to the only surviving recordings of a castrato (see below), one can hear that the lower part of the voice sounds like a "super-high" tenor, with a more falsetto-like upper register above that.
Late at night - moonlight shining
From beyond - deadly lightning
You run fast - fall on your knees
And you find the end at least.
And you know he'll open the door
No regrets - no remorse.
And when you see the light
You know that the time is right
To meet the ferryman.
And when you see the light
It shows you the way to find
And meet the ferryman.
Kiss the blade, you think you're dead now
You're alive but you don't know how
The reaper shows the way to go
You're afraid and you scream NO.
It's too late, you've got no choice
Now obey the ferryman's voice.
Now you've reached your destination
All your fears turn into frustration
Time has come to take your last breath
Enter now the kingdom of death.
You don't need your body at all